107: TS694

To go upstairs, while motionless; fleeting
bodies contained in aluminum tube.
Strangers encapsulated by momentary fear that is permanent -
it vanishes when eyes shut, but the motion continues. We
meet sky, destroy clouds, tear invisible spheres.
The mind, too, understands the unnatural condition.
From beneath our numb feet, the ocean bellows,
miniscule life goes on without. And to think that days did.
Never part of the puzzle, just admiring the product.
Old cities will never wait up for you.