#poetry In the others eyes do I find my subjectivity. That opaque glimmer can be the tipping point between devastation or elevation. The opportunity to crumble in the rubble, or soar with the birds - such is the fait awaiting me when I’m faced with the other. Beneath the muscles surrounding it, the skin and bone, buried between those furtive eyebrows, lays that strange amalgamation of molded slime. The turning of the pupil, ever watching, ever observing, ever twisting round and round. Their eyes meeting my eyes, speaking without words. Strange words, alien hieroglyphics, unformed thoughts, pre-lingual regression. It is in this abyss that the true chaos of my life emerges. The disappointment, that signaling of a failure, is the thing that sends my ego reeling into oblivion.