Cars, forgotten landscaping, cotton clouds,
a thick blue sky, five sparrows in a broken bush, and me
walking around the hospital at lunch.
This is what appears to be here.
Ideas, the weight of lunch,
something forgotten that lies like a spider,
and the energy that sifts from me into the air.
These are what appear to be here.
The balance of light and shadow,
the radioactivity of impulses
and the indiscretion of being,
are closer to what is really here.
The placement of me away from the center,
the majesty of equality
and the taste of freedom
have long been here.
I cease my casting about for a moment,
and my eyes rest like newborns,
somewhere up in the air behind me.
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