Sight

Scratched tile floors with no gaps
between the squares.
Black and white
like the movies from the past.

You lean against the wall
moving your eyes around
like you were trying
to loosen them.

You see past the massive
crowd flooding through the doors,
and into the distance between those
making it up.

Observation is interference
on the quantum level.
The mere fact you can see the world at all
means you’re sculpting it
whether you mean to or not.

Every corner you touch
with your sight another light
stabbed through the sky.
You are a savant of creation
stumbling into everything,
making it all happen
on accident.

The crowd sees you
seeing them,
and starts to tear
the building down,
until their hands bleed,
then they wait to start again.

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