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
