That!

Proof? You want proof?
Well, I got things I steal
to realify the vapor. I say
stare into my hands, see
pyramids floating right by
a Nile line across the desert,
but you say you see palms!

Then, stare into my eyes
and I think you’ll discover
airplanes in a flat spin above
the cloud cover, as their faith
turned to rock in the failure
of our sky, yet you don’t learn
a thing. You see pupils!

OK. Look behind me and face
the shocking beast that springs
out of the nothingness entangled
in the everywhere that eats
the you from me, the other side
of the universe from next door,
and you say what? “Wall.”

Do the math! Tear me in two,
there’s me. Tear that in two,
just me. Paying attention?
Tear that in two… me. See?
There’s everything, tear it
in two, there’s everything.
How many poets are there?

Huh! Jeez! Like the time
I told you where I’d been,
and you said I never moved.
Are you honestly here? Wait.
Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?
Hear what? That!