Parallels

Jarrett Osborn

Hold my hand get through this
I dissect your iris
And behind the lens there is an omen

Here I thought I knew you
But I’m stuck on preview
You were hiding in my peripheral vision

In my dreams, reaching forward, falling backward, out my memory

The horizon meets the sky so parallel, so parallel
Never intersecting lines in parallel, in parallel

Like a blacked out window
Once so clear and hollow
Now can only guess what you are thinking