On the peripheries.
Towards the receding horizon,
freedom. Or seeing -- just -- be-yond!
Or seeing -- just --
"those who believe",
rather than "wise, intellegent".

Glad to be alive on Earth.
Trying to portray reality,
but a wind gust
Imagines now,
and placetime bro.

Oh multitude of human worlds!
Seeing is being seen.
A stranger glances from their car,
Passing quickly.

Spotlights. My revelry both interupted and facaded.
I recognize you in passing.