Up ahead out here, and his affiliate, rival in the eyes,

     someone near, but not our crowd, someone whom

you approach in a poem only

to the extent of his vantage out, to the verb open out

onto. To that extent, you fit into his

looking suit, to the glove points, othering,

a long parenthesis of lens, a self sort of, a caul kind of

first feeling, to the doubled pocket

mouth. Kissed him from inside:

                               what’s yes in any es gibt, contributing thus

the plus of a little sentience. Have you too felt extra fleetingly?

The early given is he faces the same way we, as though

we sent him to this promontory. To him assign

yourself, and borrow charge. What part of us

you are yet, and what through him and his would I,

if I were you, retrieve in the purview—or whom,

if you want someone with a look, sending looks,

     someone underway and expressing it, someone

drawing from ceremony sensation, separating her own

from others’—gets lost in happening. This is their scene.

Situation’s giving onto someone.

Put out some hedge and overhear.

The foreground and the horizon are idea’s.

Consider the milieu durance.

Way out there now.