I stretched
and my head shook
and a fragment of dust fell on my screen
and I felt dead silence
I had thought it before-
if there was anything happening in the silence
if people who sat there
were instead mounted
in some egotistical endeavor
in the distance and out the window
I began to see the beginning
of a stationary UFO
and the idle suspension chords
of the stadium below
and the light above
and down they glowed.
I saw buildings
that came in phases
instead of the pages
I am meant to read
my flatmate nagging me
et ce n'est pas possible
with such a scope of the city
and the day turned to a pale blue gray
and the sun waded away
down the back of this library
in which I could not read
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
I stretched
and my head shook
and a fragment of dust fell on my screen
and I felt dead silence
I had thought it before-
if there was anything happening in the silence
if people who sat there
were instead mounted
in some egotistical endeavor
in the distance and out the window
I began to see the beginning
of a stationary UFO
and the idle suspension chords
of the stadium below
and the light above
and down they glowed.
I saw buildings
that came in phases
instead of the pages
I am meant to read
my flatmate nagging me
et ce n'est pas possible
with such a scope of the city
and the day turned to a pale blue gray
and the sun waded away
down the back of this library
in which I could not read
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