It lets me examine it
smoothing my hands along its contours
gazing into each space, searching those pocket spaces
for wisps of goodness
where I can spend time being myself.
it shows me my mistakes
I can see future pictures of wells
where I jump into the unknown.
If I walk past it in the morning
I see one thing.
If I walk past it a minute later,
I see another.
If I stumble to down to my hands and knees,
not looking at it directly but from the corner of my eye
I can see every part of it, pixel fine.
Or nothing at all.