Viewing

Parked in front of me was something
I reconsidered, not much before I started
Back at what it was that got me there.

I paused for breath, calm with the heartbeat
Putting a hold on the gasp on the back
Of my throat that came, as I looked,

And as I stared, lost at what it was that
I was facing, as the background became
Some sort of film flat, as it was sheer.

Music in my headphone projected me onto
Another place were my breathing was something
I listened to, and the scenery became weird.

Smiling reassuringly, to myself, at the
Same time it was people looking at
Me, and I had to try not to be.

My muscles relaxing and the smile
Taking over me and seeing the cars
Move in the traffic and the dog defecation,

The sun moving into the cloud, and starting
To be real, beat harmony and give
The time that homogenous empty feel.

So silently, out of the darkness that came
This pain; a haunting that would never
Be believed in isolation; like the same.

Where we pass through and sum up, in a
Less depleted way, that while poetry cannot
Correct it self; the message will not get through.