Perceive me please, even my imperceptibility
And I am a seive
Grieving when you wash over me
If I could catch flies in the subtle way of leaves
If I could simply rise from the couch and leave
And where then would I be?
So remote and so late that I miss the changing of the leaves
So apathetic in space that I’m ignored by the breeze
centered on a sidewalk walking sideways past railways and cemented things
Heavier than the heavens where I spend my time.