Gypsy

When I look at the 2 pair of eyes,
I wonder about the perception.
What are the adjectives used,
What are the defining values?
Given the negative light,
Of a self-image,
And the ka-ching,
Ominously amiss,
I wonder, if the form is human, even?
Is it a putrid petrified form,
That stares back at the 2 pairs?
Or one that shys away from any gaze?
It's not about any transition,
Just an escalation and coalition,
Of past and present.
The ticking clock,
Helps none-
As life of time,
Outpaces time of life.
Connection thus seems,
Closeting on space-
While all the brown eyes want,
Is to strengthen the tempo-spatial dimension,
As walls that erect against the defenseless.
Incognito, is thus the call of the wild.