Of Eye & Heart
Sometimes there is no visible evidence. No one will know if you’re looking. Consider an ode to the endless o in the middle of no one and none. e says, look away, come back, you can see the transparent beings, the clear smoke rising off them when they move.
There are always many obstacles: traffic & glass.
Everyone is standing outside with the debris, burning the broken remains so they won’t have to see what it all used to be. e says, a lengthwise blanket of smoke suspended between grid and cloud does not mean what you want.
Even without visible evidence, even voiceless, colliding, coinciding, climbing right into the mind through the eye to see what you want, you can’t, says e, see what lies (tense in the attempt to go unseen) behind the smoke.
