The Loop We Exist In

“I am looking at eyes that have looked at the Emperor.”
To do, to undergo, to look.
Reproduces to infinity has only occurred once:
I was sure existed for me, 
nothing, 
a corpus:
only some bodies.
 I could not speak, 
only two experiences: 
that of the observed subject and that of the subject observing... 
I don’t know how to work upon my skin from within
(which is why society sustains it)
 I do not stop imitating myself,
 a subject
 who feels they are becoming 
an object: 
experienced a micro-version of death.
 Always leads the corpus I need back to the body I see; 
They are glued together,
limb by limb, 
like the condemned man and the corpse in certain tortures; 
class of laminated object whose two leaves cannot be 
separated without destroying them both. 
Of that emotion (or that essence) I could not speak, 
Since no one seemed to share it,
nor even understand it, 
I forgot about it.