the darkness out there
just outside and out of view
of unknown depth and dimension
i might reach out and touch it
but the weak electromagnetic force
prevents this farce
across space
across time
lives carried like crabs in a bucket
each one seething with trapped hatred
drunken or wishing to be so
lost in conversations to be forgotten before the cab fare is paid
no one is paying attention
paying attention
the cost of attention
the price of attending to the moment
the work required of being here now
when i could be somewhere else
some other time
right now the past
right now the future
and reaching toward
the darkness out there
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