Twighlight
October 5, 2018 at 1:30 am 1 comment
Twilight
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: poetry from voices, twilight.
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samwise davies | October 5, 2018 at 1:32 am
That dude sure is a nut on social psychology…