Sharp curves and curved edges
fill my world
in a cacophony of paradox
and juxtaposition.
Fatuity is thick in the air,
oozing like blood through
the convocation of superficial speech
singing dissonances
that resonate in my ringing ears.
I move by stumbling,
and no one perceives my near-falls;
I wonder what the reaction will be
when the concrete and asphalt
finally speed up to meet me
in a brief, painful "hello."
I wish silence filled the air
rather than these sounds and stares.