As often as I reach The stretching fades
As much as I see Only what I can.
I open my inner eye
To see the bellowing of light
As loud my sound, no one hears
It just echoes.
Looking up at the crowd growing
Which one of you can see…
See, as far as me? From down here
As you drop your eyes to ascertain
I see you there, none of you see my pain
you move on to your gain.
Can you dance in my pit?, or sing,
So loud starved of sound
Barking out circled vibrations.
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Matteo Paganelli
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