"The Self, i.e. in a Field."

Everything inside of you is

watching you

from the outside

What you hold your camera toward, tells—

I am extensions of myself held in blue light

Containing multitudes but never as populous as those

Soil microbiomes in my background that

Are just called dirt

in the comments

Technology has advanced

to where—

the camera phone

is a phone and a camera and

instead we call it—

an i

for an eye,

you hold your phone up towards yourself to know

your self, and it tells on you

over and over, meanwhile

Phones on a cord

have been re-re-named

landlines and everything else

is up in the air

Lines electric in the soil— in the dusk,

the blue light

in the distance, goes dark

Prelude