if my eyes decide on you

you become from shifting

into lines affirming

and the rest is background

does not corroborate except

by going

then you can only move

toward or from me

swaying like one walking

over nothing on not much

I can see your feet

soles flashing and your heels

round to come down

till they insist on the ground

and I can see it

if I can

I look into what you know

like the air you take into you

what emits you

isn't you but as you touch it

matters

if as a given you don't take me

up then I will see you going to

the library or from the store

but I'll have to look again

not sure who is