What are you looking at, this moment? ..
You can answer this question?
Then you're watching the looking...
And that which watches the watching that watches the looking..
Always, without fail...
Yes
I'm confused. To the extent of being confused about what it is which confuses me. (?) - But I rather like it anyway. t x
Oh, this is great, Michael! It seems so simple, doesnt it...and yet...I feel all the hairs on my head being counted at this very minute. Good poem. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How many, I wonder? I guess as many as it takes...