There is a scale
The size of a marble : the size of a planet : the size of...
Across its ruler are the names of everyOneSoulThing
In one dish there is an army of humans and fire and earth
In the other, a single tear which knows its beauty
Nothing has moved in a thousand millennia
Tomorrow is heavier still. I am flying.
Behind Tint
I am translucent behind the tint
Witness to worlds
The cast dissolves
My vision sublimates into air
The tribunals of humans go blind
No brush in hand to paint me
No gavels yearn
I observe unhindered
Uncompromising beauty
Of a small boy willing wonder
Of a teen finding her feet
The airy ocean hand of a mother
Keeping lulled midst the ruin
Of which you
Or I
Could never manage to close an eye in
Beautiful Children.
No witch hunt
No lament of evil
Or threat toward my thrill
As common as anyone else's
Behind the tint I am
And become much more than a man
Something greater
A Person. A Terran. An Earthling.
I walk amongst you
At these ushered hours.
Metro 487
I lean silently to the alcove
And listen
Two strangers speak
She regales
The tortures of canceled routes
The ignorance of drivers
The self-service of car owners
The follies of the Metro
But I watch him
He agrees, nods, tells his story
Pleasantly. Efficiently.
He notes they have another ten minutes
They continue to talk
Boarding, I watch them go
He sits several rows back
On the opposite side
Shorter, less dressed or shaven, prettier than
I realize
I am that man.
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