You Think It’s What You Want

It’s strange to find someone who’s interested –
who sits there listening and asking questions
that make sense. You think it’s what you want.
Perhaps it is. But it’s as if what you create
in the exchange is something quite apart
from either of you – conjuring new possibilities

proceeding from a curiosity which doubles from
this doubling of attention you both pay to it  –
bringing new intensity to what comparatively
small and separate propensities for passionate
investigation you had each once known alone –
you stumble into realms that don’t quite

seem your own. To accept that there’s an Other
means to find out there’s another way of seeing,
which has eruptively immediate effect on
your experience of Being. You risk dissolving 
both of you – in scintillating existential fizz.
You think it’s what you want. Perhaps it is.






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