What is it I presume I might be seeking?
the joy of meeting or the pain of absence?
the universe conceivably in presence
is grounded but it's not as if we're peeking
behind the famous screen (opaque & deep)
whereon the film's projected low-technology
by what perverse (indeed macabre) ecology
our little life is rounded with a sleep
the body we embue with daily waking
this instrument for focusing the vast
entirety of everything at last
we loll about & feed it are we making
full use of so preposterous a tool?
a lens for wise a haversack for fool?