I notice you noticing me sometimes
though you notice others’ something

Sometimes hangs the space
scintillates

Scintillating is simply imagined
not dust particles exposed

it is two subjectivities objectified

It is nothing
it is just a you
just an I

I wonder if you talk to yourself like this
multiple narratives recognized

Recognizing this is not allowed
I will always look down

Down far enough?
Is that why
you don’t look back