See,
Unsee,
Me:
Alone in a crowd
I pass through without circumstance,
All the people
I talk to in my mind,
Their eyes
Pass through me,
Outside me,
Aloneness within me;
I am the circumstance.
Bymyself I am an architecture
Of peoples,
My mind invents crowds,
In the silence there is
No silence.
I recover my breath
As I held along the faces
And they echo
Like footsteps in the hall.
My obscurity
Is a whole world to myself,
I speak
Without being heard,
Still the audience listens.
I remember myself
In a sea of souls
And I speak to them all
As I reflect,
A memory's echo
And I can still see them all;
The afternoon stands still,
A woman walks by with
Autumn's grace
And the murmurs of her
Silhouette enchant me,
Alone she has become real.
The man whom played with
His daughter now evokes a music
In my my mind,
He carries her in the gentle air.
Aloness is not sorrow,
It is a world in reflection.