Monday, May 16, 2016

Windows on the world

In the window
They did all things,
Yet not a thing.
I saw them there,
But knew nothing,
Knowing just what
They were doing,
Which was no good.

In the night-street
They moved as one,
A cloud of smoke
Drifting through air.
Like hungry ghosts
Never sated,
On a treadmill
Run by cravings.

In my own mind
All moved unsynced
Like stop motion.
Time passed faster
Where I marked it,
And eddies slowed
The rest, looped it
Back on itself.

In the world
I moved somehow
Appeared here-there,
Never crossing
Spaces between.
Keeping alive
By tracing steps
Saner than mine.

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