One-sided, Maybe

we cannot experience what we cannot experience
the sky is always moving past a window
an electric guitar twangs old mercury
the thinnest air of this existence opens its eye

buried up there in Naples Park next to St. John’s
what does the clay and sand feel like today?
cars racing past on 41 and no thoughts
no self to portray these fourth day blues

consider a vacation or a get-away without
telling anyone where you are going or why
it’s not likely you’ll even be missed
or even thought about until you’re gone

it’s hard to care when the air is clouded
when the one-sided maybe is the only certainty
“freedom is bigger than a tiger,” she once said
I poked at a dead shark with a stick

you can hear each note on the piano
you can play each string on the heart
each tear in your eye is reality
but your feet just keep moving slowly

so the tombstone is missing
a letter and a date signifying nothing
the thinnest air of this existence
opens to reveal the truth of emptiness

~ June 4, 2015

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