Do they know that I can hear them,
the roaring of tyres against tarmac
seething through the winds as a flood.
Do they know I can hear them,
the riches of conversation,
the travellers in highway lorries,
Do they know that I can hear them.
In my blue
In my blue state
In my blue estate
In my blue
Do they know that I am hearing the sounds of a time — 'now' past,
Do they know the presentness of it all,
the tide and the stillness within its storm,
Do they know that I can hear it.
I see the seasons pass on from behind a window — 'still'.
pointed at the sky,
as night passes on to day
and day into a summers evening
And I
As I lie here
Blue
— in my own silence,
Muffled by the bosom of life outside.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
