Poem 19

ASSESING TERRORITY, GAZING WITH GOOGOLS WIDE OPEN IN ALERT. GREY, BLACK, THICKLY EYE LASHED, MADE UP WITH GREEN CRAYON. NARROWS WHEN UNFAMILIAR ENTERS THE EAR DRUMS. BARCKING TO PROTECT THE ENDLESS, INTERNAL DIMENSIONS. GUARDING THE FENCE OF ONESELF. FORCING VIEWS. SHOUTING OVER EACH OTHER WITH OPINIONS. EACH WANTS TO BE HEARD. NOW. I'M O.K. YOU ARE NOT. UNLESS WE SPEAK IN THE SAME TONGUES. OVERLAP WITH CIRCULAR WRINKLES. HAPPILY DISCUSSING. BULLYING GENERATES FROM POWER. I HAVE BEN THROUGH. I EXPERIENCED. I HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN. I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW. ME. TACTICS THAT USED TO WORK. PERHAPS ONCE MORE. PERHAPS GET ALTERED. RETREAT TO THOSE WHO TRIED AND TESTED. NO NEED FOR PROOF. END OF JUNE. HOW MANY MORE WILL CROSS THE ROADS? RIDE THE TRACKS, STOP TO REST, RUN ACROSS, SPEED PAST, PAUSE FOR BREAK, RETURN? PASS BY. THE HORIZON IS CLEAR LIKE THE SKY AT 5:38 AM. UNCLUTTERED. SOUNDLESS. TAXI PARKS OUTSIDE THE GATE. SIGN READS "POPULATED AREA".