dustbetweenthewires

screaming
into the eye
of the lens
your thin
paper wings
downtown
waterfront
boy
the golden
sunlight of
you
with a glass
eye on you

Is that the thing you think it is?

I thought the thing was what I thought,
indeed I thought something it's not;
it's not the thing I thought it was,
in fact it's just the thing it is!