Not Anymore
The world lay sleepingUnder my feet
The people pass
With their headlights blackened
It rains;
But it doesn’t touch me.
I feel no shiver
from the opening sky.
Not here.
Not anywhere
anymore.
Beneath me, the very soles of my feet,
Senseless people walk,
wandering,
with no boxed voice
to tell them where to go.
It snows;
But I feel no frost bitten chill
No ice can reach me here
anymore.
At the end of the world
(which I know nothing about)
the people speed
down the highways
and over the paved cliffs
into whatever lies at the end of the tunnel.
And it blows;
Oh, how the wind blows.
But my hair does not fly,
My legs do not shake
anymore.
And then I watch
As the people break down,
and can’t be repaired.
So they’re taken away
While new ones are made.
Better?
Faster?
Smarter?
Supposedly.
And look.
The sun is out;
But do I feel the warmth from here?
Can I feel it’s internal heat
warm my blood?
Not anymore.
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