Projection(for people in public places)
Before me; flesh and beyond flesh dreamt up day after day figments of us, splinters of light wedged between one shadow world and another, gently hallucinated. You shift slightly in your seat. You make a mental note that you are alive that these theatrics are ‘reality.’ You are obliged to act and to act as if doing so is normal. You shift slightly in your seat,
remote and self-absorbed, trying too hard or too little, typical; not an exact balance, a comforting quantity, and yet certain qualities produce predictable results. You are, baked by proximity, food I must eat, the heavy portion that demands my appetite. You shift slightly in your seat. Tension travels your veins, floods your eyes, blocks the doorway of your ears, trapping words in your mouth. You are often afraid. Admit it; it helps me love you. You shift slightly in your seat emotion is illegal. You look around uncomfortably. For a moment you are almost here and beautiful. |