Sunday, March 15, 2015

The seer

She doesn't touch art,
She breathes it in,
The heady scent of beauty.

The observer watches closely. But from a distance. Her eyes graze over the poetry. Words that she could never string together. The clatter of footfall of distracted hearts never distracted her.

She stood still as the world moved around her.
She couldn't be bothered by it anymore.
The entire building's heart beat as one.
Words bled through her fingers
Like a child trying to hold onto water.
They slipped away.
But she couldn't be bothered anymore.
The world was gone anyway.

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