WITHOUT

WITHOUT

and here we feel at liberty
to demarcate

this being
your inside

and that being
your without

and this the abject lens
mirror, magic window
through which you
extend
  regularly pop up

twin slit key
to the secret of your loco entanglement

here one minute (but who’s
counting) no-
where
   to be found the next

and me
    still tunneling (China
syndrome in
this
    subtext)

yet always return
from gone with the flow

your inside my outside
spin opposite
    position
        flipped