Slow Time Unseen

Invisibility coats legible things with my penumbra
Particular life, is that where I am?
Buried in words, language fails tonight 
Under the birds singing the end of the light 
I, a subject, see objects that are me 
Is it new or has it always been 
An either nor elimination 
Tidier than yesterday 
I appeal to you, who you are 
Can you be me for the length of these lines 
While our longitudes transcend measurement 
And my eyes go beyond sight