He stopped traffic to take a picture
Of the sky
And it didn’t even look different
But perspective projects grandeur
And good vibes and feelings
Taking up brain activity
Preventing discovery of what’s really wrong
Have you heard?
Did you see?
It’s not that great in most places
Especially compared to here
With moderate traffic and air conditioning
And gentrification
And contentedness
You probably won’t see me again
But if you do, I’ll look away
I’ll keep walking, I won’t even turn my head for a glance, for a glimpse,
For a desperate plea
For closure
You can’t close this.
I’ve implanted my magnets in your spine
And your hair will stand up whenever I’m near,
And you won’t be able to get away
The supreme happiness of life
Is the understanding of your frustration to be loved.

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