Oh there are these walls,
you can’t see them.
frankly I can’t either,
we can always feel them,
walking through a crowded market,
and the eyes,
the many faces that seem to know you are there,
and we wonder,
are we as obviously noticing them as they are,
realizing our world isn’t alone,
but rather,
we are all together,
fighting this machine,
goes far beyond who we are in the moment,
that’s when it all began.
The moment,
that clarifying incident,
the time our hearts hurt,
and yet,
we hadn’t realized the pain was not ours alone,
the world,
that local planet shit,
that place where we suddenly come to know,
the love and reason for living is suddenly,
questioning,
why,
we don’t know really,
not even now,
only real piece to hang onto,
is goodness,
we come to realize it does exist,
our hearts are capable of love,
the real thing,
the imagination once tested with artificial
stimulants,
has suddenly been taught to feel,
we do visualize beauty again,
the sun rose this morning and remarkable as it seems,
I …
I noticed.
