he looks the way
silence looks before it’s broken

love
is giving everything too easily
then staying to try and claw it back

oh love, doesn’t the fact that the world is so big,
laid out like ripe fruit
make you want to stay?

Would that be dangerous, to not look while being looked at?

There is no need for arms, physical violence, material constraints. Just a gaze. An inspecting gaze, a gaze that each individual under its weight will end by [internalising] to the point that they are their own overseer, each individual thus exercising surveillance over, and against themself.

Their gaze must have emotional appeal.