Walking along the city streets
I dont want attention
but I am not invisible
Why does no one see me?
I am here
I am real

Speaking softly
but you dont hear me
my words lost in the din
Listen to me
I need to be heard

Hands reach out
touching phantom shadows
but they cant feel me
and their presence
evaporates in the wind

I see
I hear
I feel

but the crystaline lines
that spread throughout eternity
are unraveling

Have we become indifferent
to the nuances of life?
of death?
of what has been
and will be?
have we lost
the sight?

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