If, for one blink
I saw as you see
in your cobalt eyes
I would die in that apparition.
Idea of self shatter to fragments.
You observe so closely, so remotely.
Is it ‘I’ that those lenses receive
Or some other arrangement of creation?
Meeting your un-blinking gaze
A black hole opens.
Never so l close as this where I come from –
The managed world.
Your dark discretion always at a distance
– branch or wire –
Or commanding your faultless composition
from way up there.
Here, in this random,
Clashed land of spiced hearts,
You reign, pecking on rotting corpse
or, as now, a few inches
from my plate of rice, unruffled.
you called your name,
long before human utterance.
I fade to a shade in the swoop
of your flight into your universe
with a grain of rice.