watched

I could watch my mind
as it grinds against itself
or I might watch the world
with its visible wealth

the outside comes in
and offers contrast
so slowly it spins
the clouds trees land pat

and I do not stand
a child of the dawn
from this chair I see
edges of tawn

grandly my nose 
remembers to breathe
double scent hose 
the window pains wreathe

a greenery watch
keeping the time
the end has not sung 
its finality crime