A Simple Walk
The lost can be felt
the same as the breeze.
Their skin holds a certain layer
light without color just vibrations.
I walked along the bridge
then skimmed the sidewalk
inside that trance we all know
that separation from time
from our birthplace.
Man’s carelessness has brought
my knees to bend
Its such a state
I wish upon everyone
to feel not think.
The blind have not forgotten
they play in fields that break apart
in dots of gray black lids
green floating bodies
wind that screams exist.
As I rounded the corner
windows stacked to cloud
"You can never touch." said a voice
Women stood in heals
bound by leather strings and pocket books
laying atop each other in droves.
Smiling at their newfound wrinkles
smiling at the realization
thats it...
it’s all become concrete.