Clear eyes see
and a clear mind knows
that the world is unchanged,

Traffic still moves in a push/pull
Language, mostly coarse and derisive,
still fills the air

Humming birds have not replaced the pigeons above our apartment
there is no rainbow where the overpass meets the riverfront
Life, both mundane and beautiful, moves along

I will step out into the tide of humanity with this secret held
in my heart, in between routines
No one could look at my face and see that
my existence has been redefined

They have not been blessed by your fingertips,
were not waken, as if from death, by your lips
they slumber as they go about their days

While I,
now wonderfully estranged from them,
stride past, unnoticed.

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