My Self

I reflexively look out the window.

It's night's time to deny 
indoor lighted rooms 
and their inhabitant
an outside view.

From subject to object 
with not even a resemblance 
of love dreams; loose seams 
let pants off the hook
while the separation 
between I and how 
remains a mystery 
to my self and its

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