Friday, January 23, 2015

The itch

They see me from afar.
They see me and think they know
what I am made of.

linen, lines, lies on storage -
they think they see me from afar.
They think they think.

They think they see
for they have been granted eyes.
A heart, a mouth and a mind -

They have also been granted these things
and left to discover how to use them
for themselves.

They think they know how to.
They think we're made of the same stuff.
They think we do closeness.


  1. Thoughts can be felt, can be too insular. Pow!

  2. There is a lot of thinking in this I think. I know people tend to know others more than they know themselves is what I took from this, or so I think.

  3. wry. the twist in the final line after the repetition preceding it quite highlights the rhythm ~