you are the eye that sees itself
in the cold light of early morning.
you have no shame, remorse,
but no love either.
be cautious in your daily proceedings,
as you may discover
you had forgotten the difference
between a thief and a politician,
a friend and a salesperson.
may you never be graced
with the curse of nostalgia, regret or reflection.
one day you might wake up to discover
you had been tying your shoes
with a dead man's hand;
you will stumble out of cabs and buses
and mistake a bright and low-hanging moon
for a streetlamp.
