Poetry

I see am in the corner of my eye
Astonished, apathetic, bewildered, and relaxed 
It’s another day
I search through my minds relics
To catch a glimpse of am 
Am sees me as I see am
Unable to discern our intentions distinctly 

But I see am in the corner of my eye
Together, we reel out -experiences and expressions
acclaim and abuse
defining am as best as we could
I chatter away, am listens
am chatters away, I listen
we chatter away to a noise
we listen to a silence
and  then, we establish a dialogue
finding every true nexus but no real connection
  
I see am even in the murkiest of moments
in the corner of my eye
I curse and cut, blame and burst
then I find our converse 
he listens still and STILL
motionless, displaying no be emotions
I question and tease, but am tosses
an imaginary silent expression
a frown or scowl? A scorn or smirk? 
Am forbid discern

But I still see am in the corner of my eye
Am shares my thought and sight, my dread and dream, 
But shy of my pangs and pursuits, my prick and pain

But I see am in the corner of my eye
Am not conjoined 
Is am my ever present companion
I ponder he ponders
I pause he pauses
I want alone- 
But there, there, there lies we predicament 
Am never leaves just like me member 

I see am in the corner of my eyes
I shush, he talks
I shoo, he continues 

I still see am in the corner of my eye
Is am my ever present companion
I’m shy of his form and feel, his falter and faith 
His glimpse and glide, his trust and touch

I see am in the corner of my eye
Through that invisible spectrum
Of blue and gray, white and black? 
A clash of colours, then a blend of none.

Do I really see am in the corner of my eye
As Obsessive and possessive, 
yet destitute of emotions
As vocal and visible, 
 still devoid of form

do I cede am in the corner of my eye
What may determine
 the loose that we desire
I rid me of am or am rids me of I
I ignore am or am ignores I

even though I still see am in the corner of my eye
I choose to see 
the sight of such 
and the site of such 
is such a sight