Look my way on the sidewalk
And I will give you
My eyes are not open for business
And my soul is searching for something
Than your curiosity can quell.
We might share the same ground
But I don’t trouble myself with the world
You live in.
My abstract mind passively precipitates the future
In a series of inexpressible seconds
Rendering the body that happens to exist on Earth
A catatonic conduit
For the soul’s workings.
My senses awaken only
For the inexplicable natural beauty
That coincidentally coincides
With the otherworldly observations
Floating throughout my brain.
Talk to me
And I’ll respond with
Politely skeptical timidity.
And I was