Peephole Soul

Returned, re-lived

I see again,

that which you saw first

Back and back

a peephole soul

I, a new picture

And then, again, at the start

What was given, I return to you

I return to you what was given

You appear when I appear

and then the same again

I’m a doorway, nay

A window.

A way to see but not ahead

I am your eyes looking back

But break my gaze and look to another--

A beauty of reptilian stares,

and risk the turn to stone