I am not clairvoyant--
I see you clearly only sidelong.
Up close we blur our margins,
bets smilingly hedged,
presentation all.
Askance I know you better.
Scrutinized, your practice
turns to false fronts,
a show of jazz-hand eyes
I fell for once.
Sleeping, or at work or
at a distance, then I see
you free of that imprecision
even if I cannot plumb you,
deep or otherwise.
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