Continuing to work with P.B. Warrington, I found that a street corner scene could have even more power than I’d bargained for at the time of capture. The underlying feeling of this moment is brilliantly captured in P.B.W’s poetry. I’ve provided some underscoring to fit the mood. The text is below.
Human carpet Fibers rushing randomly Building charge Sparking when touched Living conveyor belt Through chaos Each thread convinced Of need and want By the motion By the sudden discharge Sane in their own way Few just bad Most just hearing an internal Squeaking pitched chorus Droning on about meaning No one seeing Watching where headed Going along enraptured By flickering devices in their hands Certain of a world Still impervious To their existence From the first great mistake To this latest one All the pain gained Dealt in reply This open wall-less Boundary channel Carried behind each look Some faces looking back Only one from above Seeing through the haze Listening through the din
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