from ten meters it’s a wild garden
from one a pond of lights
the shift in perspective
was less a crossfade
and more a smooth
set change
like
a large orderly
crowd dispersing
metal shavings
finding their place
in a magnet’s field
over time the world grows small
when you’re choosing in the dark
choose carefully
evolution
is basically
building
sandcastles
with a spirit focused on texture
a surface reaching tension
a state of space just lost in despair
becomes aware
a young man doing pullups
on the scaffolding
huffs
over time
i’ve felt different
but not over space
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shouts from around the corner,
dogs barking,
sunlight stirring
the tarps are out
and even secured
they flutter
in the stiff breeze
and clap their pallets
concerned?
the pressure grows
the warning lights come through the cracks
but well prepared, we stay composed
we transfer its woes
through pipes and through smokestacks
from tunnels below
but it’s all for show
for though the trees still shade our backs
for now, the system’s closed
the roads that bookend neighborhoods
bracket working hours too;
the maps they make of an hour’s stroll
fly over my head in my dreams
i, fancy primate,
with my new phone
burning a hole in my pocket
killing bylines
am buzzing with greed
and any social media will bury the lede
but the accompanied eye will see
by the tennis courts
a seasonal emptiness wanes
pushbrooms and golf carts
create lanes
we trim our beards and clear our drains
till only what we want remains
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