its not sad- not after i think about it enough-just the way it is
its woven in between the stitches covering the cages-
its just humanity
as i see it from this point -all eyes on the magician
and little to no concern of the trap door …
or the rabbit and how fast it can run
.. until its to late
its not the work its the worry. still i can hardly tell them apart.
i was wrong about everything i ever thought i ever wanted.
it was all just a feeling
and nothing else
-nothing
no matter how certain i am
that i was touched
it was all just a story i told over and over until it was all i thought
to be true
but i remember clearly now
after hearing it said, "you're doing all the right things"
that i felt nothing through out it all
nothing-
and its not sad-
not after going through it
even just for a moment
not after being dragged over the soil
and sand
and sidewalk
and cities
from coast to coast
into and out of places i never could of imagined
—its shattering
and explosive
and its needs to have an image
it needs to have a voice .