I watch him -
he is ancient.
Face as
the Sahara.
Cracked and worn.

He is alone
in a corner -
vacant eyes
without hope.

And I wonder.

A streetlight glows
against a
fog stuck sky.
Creating a single halo
of misty orange.

A dog barks
in the distance.
Shattering the
deathly silence.

This street
is empty,
hollow and alone.

Wet rain gathers,
conjuring a
glistening black sheet.
Reflecting your face.
White and cold.
Hollow and alone.

You exist
in warped
dimensions.
Unseen by
human eyes.

Forwards, backwards,
upside down.

Equations in which
2+2 could equal
7b or 29X.

Never quite
forming precise
angles.

Woven through
time, yet
never attatching
to one place.