Looking, Walking, Being

I look and look
Looking's a way of being: one becomes
Sometimes. a pair of eyes walking
Walking wherever looking takes one
The eyes
Dig and burrow into the world
They touch
Fanfare, hawl, madrigal, clamar
World and the past of it
Not only
Visible present, soild and shadow
That looks at one looking
And language? Rhythms
Of echo and interruption?
That's
A way of breathing
Breathing to sustain
Looking
Walking and looking
Trough the world
In it