Oxford: poetry practice

As you know yourself

Don’t look upon the light in your eyes, look upon the sky. 
And don’t feel the pain in your side, feel the wound there. 
And as you ride over the stony ground, don’t touch the shaking seat, touch each stone with your wheels.
Then feel your soft body of dirt, with your tires reeling over you, and your solid stone beneath, the cool metal of your lampposts and the cement of your gutters. 
Don’t feel me move to a hidden force beneath your hand, feel the force with my body, your hand. Don’t hear my words, hear the roughness and warmth of my mind. Meet me here, face to face.