Here I sit in a folding chair

Lacking a more suitable one of comfort

As I gaze out through a haze of clinging dust

Upon this clear pane of ambiguity

My eyes fixated on some distant star’s gleam

Beset in darkness before the rise of the next dawn

As if it was of great importance to me

Accompanied by irrelevant activity and late train

Somewhere betwixt here and out yonder

I observe all this much like in a lucid dream

Playing no other role but witnessing

Recording and reporting absolutely nothing

And all I’m really pondering… is why?


Poet of the Light © 2023


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