there's life on my corner there's
life in my head.
the story crunches--I do,
I do still consider masses of energy.
I do still crave rattling--
a good,
promising one.
I'm leaning.
it's where I stand--at the ledge,
leaning slightly.
(try to balance when it rains)
All these people...
it seems like they are, strangely.
I do perceive them.
I do look like them.
I do inherently perceive something.
