I
Now I have been you
walking indifferent
with you walking
opposite.
I haven't noticed
that you haven't
noticed me.
I didn't return
your glance,
I was checking traffic,
crossing the street,
and dissapearing.
II
Now I have been you,
holding
the hand-blown glass sphere
in my hands.
Were you conscious,
as I should be,
of the necessary delicacy?
Did you notice
the intricate composition,
or have we both grown
too familiar
with our object?
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
I
Now I have been you
walking indifferent
with you walking
opposite.
I haven't noticed
that you haven't
noticed me.
I didn't return
your glance,
I was checking traffic,
crossing the street,
and dissapearing.
II
Now I have been you,
holding
the hand-blown glass sphere
in my hands.
Were you conscious,
as I should be,
of the necessary delicacy?
Did you notice
the intricate composition,
or have we both grown
too familiar
with our object?
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