Yeah. It's the Running Flower.
I was doing something (can't remember what) and I came up with this. I'm not sure about it.
From my half-destroyed room
on the third floor,
I can see the people passing
the stores on fourteenth street.
Most of these fish never
leave their bowls,
what can I do for them?
As I sit,
watching,
I glue my thoughts together
then unglue them,
change them.
This is my life,
the sum of my attempts
to break the glass
surrounding me,
surrounding all of us.
From my half-destroyed room
on the third floor,
I can see the people passing
the stores on fourteenth street.
Most of these fish never
leave their bowls,
what can I do for them?
As I sit,
watching,
I glue my thoughts together
then unglue them,
change them.
This is my life,
the sum of my attempts
to break the glass
surrounding me,
surrounding all of us.
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