Mountain upon mountain upon mountain,
assembled a long time. I am underneath
with my eye in my head, watching
I enter the sea, I fly over the winter forests,
I bring the stars back from their beginnings,
I put history under my lid,
I make everything real, the worlds reverse in me.
I go back before the stones, I examine
the first moss, I construct my amoeba
What I feel at what I see
is part of what I see
and as transient. It’s all right,
we are safe from each other.
Do what you like – tie each other up,
caress, club, obliterate with love
or napalm or silence
It only hurts whom it hurts.
My job is seeing.
‘I am concerned with the way we see things’
Anything else is crap. I am becoming all eye,
all jewel, panoramic or close-up
as I move. Soon I shall invent everything
Far off I am near, under the kiss,
under the cat’s leap, angled
under the batons, under the tanks
Without blinking, a valved shell
following orders from the light, I sift through
the waters of everything
If you don’t
like it switch
the thing off