Invisibility

Super power?

Social capital?

If you use it right.

Seeing.

Hearing. 

Watching. 

Listening.

When you melt into the back ground,

You notice the other figures. 

They do not notice you.

And you watch them interact.

They chatter easily together.

You can tell they belong here.

And you wonder...

How did this happen?

How is it you can play passive observer?

Pairs

A pair of mouths.

They spew endless words.

They share thoughts.

Their thoughts mean little.

A pair of eyes.

They speak some.

They entertain small talk.

They are quiet.

A pair of brains.

They speak little.

They keep to themselves.

They check in but no more.

A pair of ears.

They seem checked out.

They soak in their surrounding. 

They’re connected to the other parts.

Boomerang

What goes up

Must come down.

What gets wound

Must unwind.

What swings forward

Must swing back.

What awakes

Must sleep.

What flies

Must land.

And inertia continues the cycle.

Dramaturgy

Have you ever been on a stage?

The lights are deafening.

The audience’s roar is blinding.

Everything fogs over.

Calling it mist is too kind.

This is smog. 

A special smog.

I’ll do my best to explain.

Everyone has their own smog.

It is specific to an individual.

Its size...

Its texture...

Its shape...

Its weight...

Its strength...

Its pliability...

They are all unique.

It is common to see but ignore it.

It is possible to live with it.

But that is not sustainable.

This smog is not invisible to others.

It is not necessarily visible either.

But the presence has tangible weight.

Some are better than others 

At seeing people’s smog.

Call it a super power

A sixth sense.

And with power

Comes responsibility.

I hope that was good enough.

Spiraling

Falling.

Darkness.

Wind.

Lighting flashes

But no thunder replies.

The night is infinite

But no stars sing,

And no moon whispers,

And no clouds stalk.

And suddenly momentum slows

To a sickening pace.

Wrapped in sap

Thicker than molasses.

Squeezed through a tube

But there is light on the emerging side.

Eyes open

And a glass hue alights.

A maze of prisms

Spiraling downward.

A colorful abyss

Hypnotizing the eye.

A landscape free of logic,

Free of reason,

Free of nature,

Free of interference.

But full of meaning,

Full of conscience,

Full of life.

Enigma?

Beauty?

Nightmare?

Yes.