I wear the clothing of sound
and the sun-glasses of sight.
I breath in a passive momentum
and I gravity a cadence in motion.
what I touch,
tags me in an endless game.
subsequently,
I think I'm it all the time.
well, that's what experience tells me.
I'm always carrying a fish-tank of heart-felts,
but nobody sees to comment.
it's always a wonder to me,
that next moments pass
in an uncrowded fashion.
I pick up beliefs,
as if conversational trash,
left by picnicking minds.
order is only what comes next.
I effort to comprehend.
my sleep state is always partially awake.
I have tides of emotion,
as if they are run-on sentences.
not sure of myself,
as if forever hiding,
as either a noun or a verb.
am I talking to you
or just saying this
loud enough for me to hear it?
space to me,
seems to be a consequence of fearing.
so that's how I measure in distance,
with people I am close to.
I am fearless,
otherwise my aloofness
doesn't cast shadows on others.
so, just asking,
does any of this happen to you? . . .
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