why have a paradoxical ‘I to eye’

readings:

day five

When I grow up, I (introspective eye), 

want to become a ‘look-back’ and wonder. 

My childhood idol’s most sacred trait 

is never coming to my aid 

but always beckoning me from afar.

I (introspective eye), 
cannot make statements 
that lead to satisfaction, 
yet we share the same breath 
in the together-tent we occupy 
as filling me. My (introspective eye), 
only sense of freedom is my eyes 
into your eyes into my eyes, 
as back to me.