The Outerworld I

Looking out past the cracked windows of this tried tenement building blankly stares into the busy ice frosted street. I sit and watch the passing machine, humanity every one a different shade size or identity. The world we know is a fragile show of what is real and surreal just beyond our senses… I sit & watch, feeling the Outerworld turn in its quite dark orbit around my inner eye. People pass not knowing the truth of the other world, as it burns, I feel it just beyond on my grasp. Reaching completely clumsily into the veil looking deeply into a fragile-looking glass. Looking past frosted crack windows feeling completely analog looking cryptically into the world. This moving machine, moving slowly as humanity a flesh and blood machine fleeting… Watching the outer sphere turn Waiting for what is coming to burn!