I look and look Looking's a way of being: one becomes Sometimes. a pair of eyes walking Walking wherever looking takes one The eyes Dig and burrow into the world They touch Fanfare, hawl, madrigal, clamar World and the past of it Not only Visible present, soild and shadow That looks at one looking And language? Rhythms Of echo and interruption? That's A way of breathing Breathing to sustain Looking Walking and looking Trough the world In it