October 5, 2018 at 1:30 am 1 comment


shapes have

passed and passed before me. (i am

not sure

if they were within my eye or out)

they bear

the faces of these daily

untouched strangers,

my neighbors…in my dreams

(these strange dreams)

they cannot hear me,

as i call them

nor pause their

ceaseless, unbearable pacing.

i sit encurled

about myself

watching, unsure

if i’m dreaming

or awake


Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, social psychology. Tags: , .

A Bit MisGuided MeThinks This is an inspiring story. There’s also a big “However…”

1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. samwise davies  |  October 5, 2018 at 1:32 am

    That dude sure is a nut on social psychology…


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