Do you often catch yourself living in the third person?
When you think of others, do you include yourself?
Is the reservoir of black thoughts in your background
internalised, so much so that it goes
all invisible when you look at it? So what?

On the outer banks of looking inward, magpies
imitate emotions. This can be confusing.
I watch myself as if I were not blind.
I watch as if the extras in my film
were not all me, or were. You ask, ‘So what?’

So what is a lot to ask. What I believe
is that I believe is this, I think, right now:
I believe the answer often is to forget the question.
Is that so? we ask. We answer, or we would,
but we remember that the question was so what.