i thought i caught you wishing--
thought i saw you dreaming there, a bit--
i suppose that somnolescence is almost the same thing.
who is worrying, here?
who is callous enough to imagine that kind of terror?
no no, we are all bright future
and open windows with a fresh summer breeze.
(in winter, when the shutters close, it may not be so easy.
but here, but now, but in this moment:)
i thought i caught you projecting
sex onto objects,
objects into sexualized action,
what is a gesture without a viewer, what could
a symbol mean without contextualization?
i thought i caught you interpreting
but it was a passing whim,
a fleeting thought.