this inequality of purpose
creates a gyring motion out of which he spins
find himself out of shape, pressed flat, immobile
it is as though a car drives too fast
along a narrow country lane
and you are forced to squeeze yourself
against the hedge
it is as though you came into contact
with a form of energy of a different order
than your own
look into the eyes of someone
who has no interest
know again that your currency
has only marginal value here
that anything can not happen in this denatured tissue
something blew by
looked briefly in at the night window
then moved on full of its reflections
the people in the house stood at the window
for some time afterwards wondering
everything is still and dark and empty outside
whatever it was out there grows more distant
at every moment
in swoops across the fields
where the recent snow melts quickly
and is soon forgotten
.
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