Clear eyes see
and a clear mind knows
that the world is unchanged,
traffic still moves in a push/pull
Language, mostly coarse and derisive, still fills the air
humming birds have not replaced the pigeons above our apartment
there is no rainbow where the overpass meets the riverfront
Life, both mundane and beautiful, moves along unfazed
I will step out into the tide of humanity with this secret held in
my heart, here
inbetween routines
No one can look at my face and see that my existence has been redefined
They have not been blessed by your fingertips
- were not waken, as if from death, by your lips
they slumber as they go about their days
While I,
now wonderfully estranged from them-
stride past,
here in their midst
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