The Bane of My Existence
I am the edge of existence; walking slowly.
Retrieving the cast-away thoughts and actions
of a society unnamed. Walking ever more slowly.
Looking down at my feet I realize I am no longer walking,
my feet hardly touch the ground. I float from place to place.
When did that start? How long have I been this
disconnected? Why has nobody else in my life
interjected? Looking around at the forms moving
past hurriedly, I reach out one hand to call attention; panic.
No response. That's right...I had forgotten...
One has to be slightly less invisible to be considered
on the correct side of that existential border.
So I will walk slowly on...
Or is it floating these days?
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