Panavision

Panavision

When we return to our heads
From the outside world
We feel gratitude to life
For its raw materials

Finished as thoughts
Desires, and attitudes
Continuing to work
On what we feel, say, and do

In rare occasions when we connect
With members of our species or sex
What we mostly feel is overload
The pull of a planet around a star

Under the gaze of another's lens
The way back is blocked
We're inside their heads
Without navigable craft, suits, apart

Returned to a moment in 1971