Moments in the Middle

His head is a little interior of

Grey mirrors.

Each gesture flees immediately

Down an alley

Of diminishing perspectives.

Its significance drains like water

Out the hole at the far end.

He lives without privacy in a

Lidless room.

The black slots of his eyes stiffen

Wide open

Due to the incessant heat-lighting

Flickers of situations.

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