
Typewriter Series #2647 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Won’t be the eyes, if I do happen to look,
if the mirror faces me and the lights are on,
won’t be the eyes. They’re not mine anyway,
I know them, from side glancing and quick
peeks, but they aren’t mine, not really.
I am two or more, most likely more,
one that steers and one that is steered,
a captain and his ship, Houston and its shuttle,
those eyes are just windows.
Been looking out them all this time,
passenger and pilot,
aware of the separation,
this is but a vessel,
to float me through this place.
Two or more, a ship filled with
oarsmen, this voice, this soul
the Viking at the helm,
I am the ship, I am the shouting
over the wind and waves,
I am the haunted face staring out
two salt soaked portholes,
I am the sea.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-