The Crosshair

For the obsessor, once the crosshair is locked
the mind will be all over the target
The trajectories are always available
from any angle
straight, curved, imaginary
The gaze is always there burning
like a bullet to a corsshair
through the dust or reality
Everything other than the target
loses its reason to exist
because it does not fit the obsessor's reasoning
A real bullet may not even deviate
the obsession
of its bulletproof nature