In an instant, I find
There’s a distance behind my eyes
As if one set became two
One infant, the other who?

The first, complexly autonomous
The other, with remote senses
One functioning mechanical
Reading a sequence, chronological
The second playing the cosmic stage
Traveling freely in time and space

I’ve just caught them untethered
Do they silently work together?
And, who writes with my pen?
Surely one or both of them?
I watch the ink dance
By force and by chance
From the unknowing pair
Though, one? Becoming aware

And, when I say, “I”
Which set are my eyes?
And, when I say, “my”
Which is my mind?

Poetry

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