To Dwell

When in times of great pleasure,

I see myself stood next to

the world, watching the crowds

mill and chatter; it does

not bother me to live

isolated from this, to

watch as they breathe,

not feeling it within myself,

no bother, I will only continue

to observe, as any artist does;

observe the chaos,

dwell on it later. 

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