i wish that
i were invisible
instead of merely
inconsequential
that the act of
my being
mattered in the
grand scheme
or even in a
secondary act

the world spins on
yet i sit
dizzy and alone
feeling every
newton of force
pulverizing each
wasted atom vibrating
in the space
i no longer
seem to occupy

i read the tea leaves
left at the bottom
of the chipped mug
seeking my place in
the many vacanices
that consume me
if i were invisible
instead of insignificant
perhaps the silence
would not weigh on my
stained glass soul
technicolor sand trailing
from self inflicted wounds
a seed planted deep
in salted soil
doomed to rot beneath
the smiling faces
dancing in the light