What does it mean
to walk like
A human being?
Is there some
Connection that
must be broken?
To see the lights
turn inward
The flame no more
than a display
The reach no greater
than that of a tree
I convince myself
I'm watched for clues
To get keys to the puzzle
from which I've sprung
Some unimpeachable proof
that I'm not wrong
Instead the separate stories
seem to blend
As one vast
victimhood
Of what will not
be listened to
But how could such indifferences
exist?
There's only me
and I walk past
The something that
has happened
Could I try to catch up
or just keep walking
Knowing no one's
watching
When my shoes hit
the horizon
