The View

You wouldn’t believe me
If I sat on the roof
Past midnight I pulled a chair up there
And gazed ... the stars and moon
Obscured by clouds that night
And the wind through the trees
Felt like an open book
The world burst open
And inviting to close my eyes
As hearts heave sighs
Wanting, wanted, forgotten

Hidden chambers sprawled
Beneath the clouds
Illuminated by the city
Silently marching across the sky
While everyone was dreaming
In that hall of silence
No hollow word can breach
I looked…
Upon the street, glistening
Distinct and sullen
Belying
Truth…no-one speaks
And truth just the same
Reproachful and silent

These are shadowlands
These are the hands of time
Dreaming is the death of conscious

I might just die
And it wouldn’t matter...
Dreaming and awaking
And realities ascetic bite
Just like the old days
This day too
Would pass

My world in transition
And beautiful

Zelig X
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