These are the shots of life
that we see translated to vision:
those dramatic slow motion turn-abouts
or artsy fade-outs with unreal light.
Though we cannot feel
voyeurism with public on our body,
we can identify the moments
of distinction
with a flat sigh,
or a cry,
or a gasp
as one of six billion.
And we fall into a
1st-person digital narrative
with nothing to save us
from life,
unless we should be swallowed
in the mouth of madness
and see ourselves as the way we would
be seen
by our own absent minds.