Sitting

Staring blindly outward, life’s traffic unobserved

Oblivious to humanity, technology or bird

Trapped in peaceful atmosphere, immobile, barely breathing

Seemingly departed yet inscrutably perceiving

Nothing outward registered yet inward thought profusion

Mind a rodent scampering through catacombed confusion

Periodic pauses causing eyes to flare dilated

Placid mask returning once the spark has dissipated

All the while control exerts its battle neath the skin

Steadying The Sitter as he lives his life within

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