I need a careful proximity.
(One with no negative space and an all-eyes-on stare.)
I have become infatuated with the wrong things -- the wrong people.
Ones with such minds and tongues it as to consolidate my awareness onto one small speck.
As tiny as a pin's head.
A small pin's head out in the pacific.
So far from and so deeply entrenched in itself and its position.
And it's mast-head and birds-eye target at the waist of the horizon.
I don't even know what I am aiming for but certainly this distance is impossible.
I have become infatuated with the wrong things -- the wrong people.
Ones with such minds and tongues it as to consolidate my awareness onto one small speck.
As tiny as a pin's head.
A small pin's head out in the pacific.
So far from and so deeply entrenched in itself and its position.
And it's mast-head and birds-eye target at the waist of the horizon.
I don't even know what I am aiming for but certainly this distance is impossible.