my neck hurts from tilting my head back and trying to squeeze the infinite sky down into my finite peripheral vision
i like feeling small, being compacted under ever-shifting air particles
that have been carried around this earth who-knows-how-many times,
and they'll leave again soon, they have no obligation to me, but they let me inhale them
and absorb them into my bloodstream

I Want To Find a Pair of Eyes Like This

I want the stratosphere condensed into speckled thumbnails,
two-way mirrors that watch me undress my thoughts while simultaneously
showing them to me as they are,
knowing spheres that see through me but enjoy me as their lenses

i want them i want them
i want to find a pair of eyes like the sky