Discrete
I will look
through the pinhole
that you’ve left open
in order to see.
To see myself
through your eyes,
from the other side,
is reality in its harshest form.
Fill the empty Tetris gap
to watch the entire puzzle clear,
line by line,
like a falling building.
But no deed was shallow,
yet the hole stays hollow.
I shine less under bright lights,
but I’m a tough act to follow.