The Eyes Upon a Thing
They change that thing, utterly.
A secret is no longer so if it is seen, viewed, watched, available to scrutiny.
So here it is, not hidden, squirrelled away, licked and stroked, ambition a lofty ideal, the anxiety of being unveiled never faced.
Here are the words that I play with, circle, lie beneath, dream of, stretch and dissect. I can only really see them if I know there are eyes, other than mine, upon them.
