Twelve miles of hapless conversations
Finds me in the midst of a herd of zebras
Unnoticed, muddled between the lines
Displaced lyrics written in invisible ink
Search for runaway melodies to make them whole
Paths cross on crowded streets, without anyone knowing their name
Traveling the edge of an empty glass
Sirens sing, searching for the right voice to catch my ear
Neighboring tones change with the presence of each new ghost
Introspection by my side
Shades the sun from my eyes
The pendulum of light and darkness eventually lulls me to sleep
Mat Aru Poetry 