I’m walking dark abandoned streets,
dark head a silhouette against the city lights
I’m alone
and there’s absence in the air
like
something real could break through
and
the sounds are real fragile
like
leaves delicate rustle
or trains muted through rock and foliage
dull yellow light blocks out the stars
and I know it’s just me
but I see the gridded lights, the staring architecture, the moral shadows
everywhere, and it seems like
it could all be just a paper façade,
the air is cold and sharp
and I try to calm my thoughts
still they flit
still
the streets move,
still
a more real, glamorous youth glitters just beyond my grasp
all is ceaseless as the sea’s hum
fading out somewhere deep and unknown
if I walk for long enough the noise in me usually subsides
but this brittle skyline
these stones, this night,
just won’t
Musings
/ July 30, 2012Breathtaking and amazing. I love it.