One Nanosecond
by Nicholas John Street
Suited men sweat
Do they stop?
Most take their want
Must he lie?
To those who ask him so sincerely?
Why live here?
What is this life?
Monstrous shadow
Above his head
Below his feet
Mad man
One nanosecond
Could shake his pedestrian place
When at night, he sleeps
Dreams about a forest garden
Soars through the summer sky
Watches her beauty
Says hello
Has his sun shine
She sits waiting
Whispers tiny things
Sings to smooth away
The blue, raw ache
How can she show him?
Please be not like them
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