Untitled (4/30/2012)

Restless beings fill the place.
Everything moves in an undefinable pattern.
I find myself somehow connected in space.

Restless beings fill the place.
Determinedly not looking at one another.
Anywhere but at someone else’s face.
A conspiracy of humanity to smother.

Everything moves in an undefinable pattern.
A swirl of movement beautiful in its violence.
The spreading prongs tumble and turn.
The pieces of a screaming silence.

I find myself somehow connected in space.
Disparate, determinedly separate beings collide.
Whatever they try they never win the case.
They narrow themselves only to live wide.

Restless beings fill the place.
Like subatomic particles, like molecules fused.
I find myself somehow connected in space.
And they don’t know, they are confused.

A conspiracy of humanity to smother.
The pieces of a screaming silence.
But everything moves in an undefinable pattern.
They narrow themselves only to live wide.
And they don’t know, they are confused.

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