felt strong and weak
like a paradoxical spirit
walking between the lines of
yes i do and no i don't
felt like a skyscraper
among all the other concrete mountains
blending in, sticking out
windows open, blinds shut
walls untouched by rain, but
the water still falls in through the gaping frames
and onto the floor
seeping into the surface in patterns of
yes i do and no i don't
felt like a city among many
like one among thousands
like the only one with my mind cut open
like the only one thinking
real thoughts
my real thoughts
have not yet been made material
are they still real?
yes they are or no they're not
all i'm really looking for
is an answer
grey city, sun disappeared
