I trained my peripheral
I saw only the I of the It
An angry cat without the tick.
The lights on the walls,
The waterfalls of rain upon a window.
The moisture of the eye
The degree of shoulder
The smoulder of ones voice.
I see the details now as a given choice.
To notice is to be held by the judge of Action
It is a ruling, stern trunk
Rooted in ones brain as it informs now us of responsibility.
To fight the heaviness I learned to hold a situation.
To see the It as well as knowing its inseparable from I.
I know the scent of my back,
The clouds from distant
and my companies eyes.
As this all allows me,
to encapsulate every moment into words of an experience.
I dont want to miss anything
as much as I dont want to die.
This is why I trained my peripheral eye.