private eye, or, fantasies as tangible as epistemic

private eye

or, fantasies as tangible as epistemic

if i could only discover words realer that real

more like this now than i know

would that fresh kind of fire from Heaven to steal

really be worth certain death down below

would i still feel the same once i know

knowing this would i still want to go

if only i knew what it’s like being you

as my words seek out & find you somewhere

if i could see hear & feel what you do

would you know then for sure that i care

in the end would i think it was fair

only needed a good questionnaire

if somehow i see what it is to be me

in context in time with perspective

would it fall into place, make me finally free

would that freedom be highly infective

giving life a new hip prime directive

at least we might be more effective