A measuring eye
so I stand in front of you
looking the same way 

From the color of
what I see as foundation
I look inside out 

When you do freeze time
people seem to walk backwards 
especially in B&W

Through a dark facade 
I see through another one
juggling as masters 

I see what hangs out
of every room you air out
but I don't collect 

Descending into
each steps uncertain landing 
the thrill of looking 

The dark light controls
and waits for the dawn to turn 
standing proud it bows 

I'm moving through streets
passing myself everywhere 
the colors distract

It's closer to dawn 
standing still with the Earth's whirl
the sun doesn't rise 

If it's straightforward 
we could untangle it all
just take off the gloves

I like to vent 
but my collection is done
the world in neat rows