​A View from Above

I look at myself.
I see me walking,
waking, sleeping,
moving, pacing,
washing, repeating.
Talking, mingling,
dancing, thrifting.
Mundaning.
Doing the things,
not doing the things.
Avoiding, stagnating,
wasting, drifting.
Excavating.
Hysterically dancing,
sitting in solitude…
Cascading, waterfalling,
flying, evaporating.
Juggling.

​I see all that,
but I don't feel it.
Feeling
is something that's
been set aside.

I see my body.
I look at it, but
I don't enter.