I am sitting
Here
On a park bench I once declared my own,
Watching the oscillating universe theory
Unfold before my pretty green eyes.
Never ending expansion
Hand in hand with inevitable contraction.
In each headlight and glowing window,
Another mind and soul inhabiting-
Expansion.
In the blackened body of the Charles River
And the creatures that lie beneath its cover-
Contraction.
I remain on my wooden perch
In pristine posture dreams of princesshood perfected:
Shoulders back, spine straight, tits up.
Freezing in paralysis
That is the whipping cold of a New England February,
Reviewing every inch of the picture my eyes are taking.
Impermanence irrevocably facilitates permanence.
My damp head grappling
With such blatant contradiction,
Poetic juxtaposition.
There is still the shimmering lights
Humming beyond the shore.
The shadow of the waves will always stay
Lapping at my feet.
Everything remains
Even if I do not.
Gaze unfocused,
As to avoid playing favorites,
Absorbing it harmoniously
And searching for the understanding.
In a city of undeniable beauty
(misery undoubtedly accompanying)
I transcend into my own universe,
Utterly alone,
Expanding and contracting
All the same.
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