Like all the way across the room,

vision every side glance is fierce.

Well past anyone’s curiosity.

A hierarchal metaphor living

Within my own gentle mystique.

I want to know, you know just

how far do we need to land,

and the idea reminds me of us

to sanctify that earlier report.

Stepping in a deliberate stance,

I’m left to distinguish a purpose.

Not a why, then, mortal again.