i have seen that street corner,
four hundred times,
and another three hundred on top,
yet every time,
every single time my eyes glaze over it,
it’s as though it were entirely new,
entirely unknown,
a stranger.
you see, there’s a world where one must be, a world within a world within a world, with a world on top.
but i’m here, i’m there, i’m within that world, lost within the other, entranced by the final that calls my name,
with a whisper indistinctly heard.
i slaughter my ability to seek freedom, for i search for it with every glance. he remains, permeating my every inch of free will that remains,
yet he adorns me,
as though i were his…