I have seen those. They do not impress me. Showing off and it makes me want to look away.
This one sticks out, it is different that is why. It is special isn’t it super, ultra, mega, stupendous?
Indeed, like these, none of me. Look now, how nonchalantly they pass through, as though neverthere…
smooth or slimy, a greased wheel on a slippery slope all ways gets through or goes down.
I swear this was much much bigger last time. Different. There were reasons and stones.
Last time,
I left residue and sticks in a mound. It has been too long to see where these ended up. This is why babies have no memory. The train still goes through.
I heard my name called but it did not sound like mine, at first, I did not respond.
It could have been any of us.
Now, I hear myself differently. This tunneled voice originating in the upper torso blows out something close to heartburn; milk and tears, wine and years, sweet and sardonic, work and wrest, this too will pass over me. And I listen for harmony.
Rainbows are too rich.
Foundations are never solid.
Those shoes do not fit them. Watch how they walk.
Aliens, angels, guardians, demons, magi, healers, ghosts, and gods, why would omniscient Them’s-obsess with teeny humanity? Have They not learned nothing from us, taking no credit, just having a spot of fun, and making it worth their wait in astronomical units…I found out, I don’t think so
since this is Public, you look like a regular here.
I am still new. But so glad I found you. Shall we?
Tell me more…
about all the-while I am just observing too. Don't look
now.
Painting by Jan Baptist Saive (II) (1597–after 1641) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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