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