The trouble is, I can see the future.
No, not the what will be but
the what could be
I think it’s the worser ability of the two
A moment of eye contact in a subway train
Smelling of farts and a young man softly rapping along
To the lil wayne song his girlfriend’s playing with him
On a singular intelligent device, connected by wires,
Closed off with communication pumping directly into their ears
I glance over and look
Blue eyes
Look away
Blue true dream of sky forget
it
Next stop’s mine, what a day.
What a week.
Blue comes in and out of recollection
Brain searching for the landing spot
Circling and circling
Dein blaues Auge hielt so still
ich blicke bis zum Grund
Du fragst mich, was ich sehen
will?
Ich sehe mich gesund.
Aren’t we all, every one of us small scurrying creatures, hoping to
find
One who sees us
In the midst of our life
And simply scoops us up for a moment
Perhaps, forever.
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