WHICH SELF?

IN A DAYDREAM

Looking out through half open shutters

And

Half closed slats

One sees the overcast sky

And

Under-cast street

It is a time of fear and foreboding

The ethereal dimension of the selfless

Yet, there is unrest in the streets

The crevices between the cobblestones

And

The crannies around and beyond door steps

No longer filled with slinking, wriggling, silent secrets

Stay loud and mute

There is no excitement or boredom of survival

Just file upon file of soundless dragging of flickers of feeling

Marching  down  and  down  and  abysmal

The unrest of rest disturbed

Until new sets of limbs move the cobbles

And

The reverie of gloating depression is broken

Sad

Stale life returns

Reversing selflessness

cobbles

nooks

crannies

crevices