I look out from Earth,
to the sky and the planets and stars…
I look out from Paris,
to countries and peoples and places…
I look out from windows,
at buildings and chimneys and cars…
I look out from my eyes
and see I’m not looking at faces…
The light’s looking into me,
nudging my neurons and nerve cells…
I’m thinking I’m looking
a little the worse for wares…
I see myself looking out
at all my trinkets and beau bells…
I’m looking into that
and I’ll reflect back all your stares…