I looked down.
I looked up.
To see the world that had been flattened.
To see the world that stretched for miles.
To see you only as an image.
To see you as something indefinite.
To see myself only as a reflection.
To see myself as I saw you.
We were too clear as pictures.
We were so free without outlines.
See-through as glass.
Formless as clouds.
Defined to the very last edge.
Undefined edges bound up in one another.