Windows

I see myself as always looking out windows just as
I might see myself looking out by not looking through.
And this is a strange reflection looking at myself not looking
out
Wondering if it is the same connection I have here with you.

And you are saying I am always looking out windows, not looking
Back but looking through and I see you behind me looking at me
Not looking through. A multiplicity of spectrums
Allured through this conception or misconception by you.

And I'm always looking out windows, glassy look back at you.
Wondering weather if directly you'd stop complaining if I looked
through:
Maybe I like the window; I like the pane and pain of glass
reflection
Like looking at you looking at me and the diversity of looking discreet
intellection,

And we thought it would always be plain sailing direct talk by sailing
the mast
Same suit same language that occurs, which I see fractured, diverse in
mask:
You'd never know that I see you and me subjection and not ordered
write
Too much time, wrong letters and we are always compiling language,
which might
But does not quite, suit us and yet who is to complain that I see
through us?
Got my cape and dance and its all an act, all such a big fuss, that I
see your must.