Can You Look The Moon In The Face. When You Stare At The Palm Of Your Hand How Far Away Does It Feel;

can you look the moon in the face. when you stare at the palm of your hand how far away does it feel; are you in your bones or are you only watching them move. when you feel things is it an echo or is it a ripple; the wake of an emotion that you ride on, unsure how long you’ll spend with seawater in your mouth instead of your lungs again. when you speak your name does it belong to you or do the letters tumble out already leaving, running. does every moment happen on a delay, so you are witnessing life through a hole cut in a sun visor, telescoped, down a chamber, in a wet room somewhere else, to someone else, to someone not-you. does your life happen elsewhere, behind a door you closed or was closed on you, behind a wall you built or else was built out of you, beyond or inside a growing rip you never quite learned how to mend; belonging to some distant skeleton who cannot hear you begging: please, please, please, for the love of god, let me come home again.