"shailoe predicament"

from across the room our eyes meet

intensely magnifying each heartbeat

reading every moment of bent reality

leaving imprints of accustomed mortality

passing every day, going back and forth

uninhibited by marred thoughts and emotions

or feel otherwise

with the same intent and illusion

words get in the way

should silence suffice to exclude doubt

but when do you start and end with day

when do you see, when do we see?

apprehensive to submission

content with vice

bordering to thin lines, persuasion and conclusion

signaling the beginning to an end

yet hopeful for alternative takes

benign approach and fervour

that leads one to assumptions

and commit beautiful mistakes

fact... the unknown is inevitable

so make the most of it whilst able

quietly we press on, short sighted

subdued and haplessly belated