I've got half around the bounds the sounds
the circle sphere the noted atmosphere and feel
the dizzy echoes lingering here in
this wounded stratosphere
the cries of puppies make me whimper
the lonely kittens purr
the baby humans the utmost catastrophe
but no one seems to join me way above the common
clouds and skies  they get weighted down in
bits and bytes
textual minutes and data here,
not actual feeling things,
no more, they see it all as
graphic interchanges on Facebook or twitter his
and it all bites my ***,
makes me angry, such feeling goes almost
unnoticed in this time ,
this day this
temperature.