Underneath atop or around
my intentions are inside, outside
stitched to the back and shone
through the front of my eyes.

A thought flits through a mind
like one dime in a million
rolling in a funnel
and racing until its speed
outpaces observation
and it shoots through the exit.

A lip prick or tongue flick or eye twitch
spasms forth as spare change
exchanges potential for action
and a ding sounds and I wait for your reaction.