the unseen
I see you
on the top of the tree
watching the sunset
fully present in the red glow of dusk;
I hear you
calling to say you’re here;
On an island amid the hard top landscape
among loud iron beasts screaming by
and double-pane prisons
armored against what’s real;
Your world just a blur to busy eyes
unable to see what’s in plain sight;
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
I love you
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