Staring at the fan
watching
in little blurs
as I
Listen
listen hard
too hard
to the lyrics
that were so vague
yet so specific in detail
it could perfectly
perfectly
outline
my
life.
Staring at the walls
or the ceiling
or the floor
or
the desk
I see
in my dream like absence
of self consciousness
from my peripheral vision
I see
in little blurs
people pass by
people pass by
people pass
meaninglessly

As I walk
I pray I pray
Oh Lord
Please I pray
forsake yourself
and let all of us
drop
down like little raindrops
onto the ashault
and let us darken it
with new dignity
and let us fall
effortlessly
thoughtlessly
from the sky in which we prospered
to the ground in which
in death we live

Staring at the rain
watching
in little drops
as I
Listen
Listen hard
too hard
to the words
the voices
that were so vague
Yet so specific in detail
that they could perfectly
perfectly
...perfectly
outline
my
life.