Why can’t you notice me I’m standing right here and I know that I’m real because I slapped on rocks and they grew some feelings and knew they were rocks and knew they were real but they couldn’t move mountains because they were rocks and rocks can’t move and mountains don’t care.
Why can’t you see me I’m more than just see-through and I know you feel breezes because I sneezed in your ear and you made three wishes but wishes are for wells and air can’t feel and rocks can’t move and mountains don’t care.
The sun makes me sneeze, twice, always. Like Plato's prisoner I reach for the light but I'm answered with closed eyes, twice, always. Like Icarus I fly in my glory only to fall to the unresting sea, twice, always.
I fall back on my seat, a poet's seat, and I write, I write about the sun and the cloud that just protected me from the powerful influence on my nose. I cry. Funny thing, in English this word has two meanings that not always go together. I could wheep, I could shout, but I just cry, twice, always.