About those I look like
I am on occasion the occasion
A water despite the ocean
That weathers on the face
And speaks only whence the ocean.
An ocean within the ocean on the ocean
When I name I speak louder than the sound of my name
I speak it on my own
How only everyone else knows it.
I speak to myself about those who know
And then I speak to them in the morning
As the sun dawns outside what was clearly yesterday
On the evening of a face on a face again.
On the hypothesis of knowing a place
I may be closer to thinking than could thinking get me any closer to where I am.
I may be closer to where I last thought than to when I last thought I would be here.