AM I WHAT I’M NOT?

There is an emphasis on consciousness and the working metaphysics of a conscious individual. I see the struggle inherent in appreciating one’s own mental stirrings if we are situated in a formless space or perhaps more literally a society that fails to acknowledge our own borders and therefore the space we seek to inhabit.

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 

Concrete misgivings

Heavier than the heavens where I spend my time.