CHARACTER C
We feel
We hear
The rounded brass movement of bells
The overheard words
The tones of voices letting us imagine
Clapping their lives
Seized as a snapshot
We did not look for
The timbre of such voices
The outlines of their shapes against lit windows
We pass by
As if we were air
We feel the cold, the rain, the snow
We sometimes talk to someone
Sometimes to sometwo
We cry in unison
We feel as if we lived
In a glassed skyscraper
Reflecting sights in
Timeless movements perceived
As glimpses flashing by
We flashing by like them
Seen a little below
Sometimes
A little above
Quick piano notes
Sideways or centered
Daily perspectives
We stand up in front of injustices
Get tangled in senseless discussions
Think of purity where dirt lies
Swirl and sink
Motion is
Our supreme truth
