Living like Strings

And I asked the phone, “Do you see?”

The lushes’ beauty?

The sparkling edges of the waves, between the desert of the green hay?

The birth of emancipation?

Do you?

I ask you to leave your syntaxed world once, come out of the box and let yourself.

There is greater beauty than you can ever capture,

Than ever can you breathe.

Look at that distant boy with the dog.

And the man near the pond, they are the neighbors.

You see?

They are miles apart from me, and still they see that I see.

But alas!

 You are just a phone, you see nothing,

And you can just breathe in light and impress it on your silver halide.

For you beauty is a clock-work.

You have an eye, but you are unable to identify,

You forbade life,

You are Satan.

You see?

When the clichés turned around, when the stage changed a scene,

Avoiding newness,

I sat on an empty bench escaping from a day,

I pinched the phone,

In a flip, I saw

That man, that dog, that boy, the playful neighbors

Yellow and green waves, water turned to stone, the home as it was.

But!!

I reached and I fell that while.

With guilt in reminiscence,

Sad was it for me to render the phone lifeless.

It had the capture of everything,

An everything that had me for a moment.

Had more than these eyes stuck into it

And there was no remorse inside,

When I heard the words come out of the phone,

I SEE