Blanket wrapped around
Hair falling down
Difficult to make eye contact
Through his strands
Walk the streets alone
Her silence is like forever
All the money that can be made
But nothing here for them barely a chip
To be found cold hands cling to the
Gates of iron bars fenced in
On the outside there is a prison
Although they are free
No escape and no house for you
What is humanity
But two houses for other people
And one house no one lives in
The gap is wide and how we
Upload our future as we all
Tap away at our computers
And our phones oh my
How sad still so many have no
Pillows to rest their heads
Empty buildings where no one sleeps
How do we exist on this planet
With all of it unconsciously
How do we do it absently if not
Crying ourselves to dream of
Another time another place holding on
Hanging into the abyss still swirling down
Down down we twist into nothingness
Grappling onto another moment in time
Worth rise to offer another bed
Another hammock for another head
Another roof over another place for
Someone to rest in a world that takes
Not even enough earth to have a place for
Dirt floors or just a bed for everyone
What is a trundle worth if not one for all of us
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Poétique 