I was in a different city 

Yesterday

A different from

Of mine I held onto lightly 

You I think 

I think you place me in a different time 

Period

I’ve stopped moving without purpose 

Though nervous.ness still flows through 

The streams 

And the blood, and the flesh.

Strange to be like this 

Of air 

Of finding dull and finding its 

Strength. 

Strange to be of laughter 

Of job

Able to do such things

With clear mind.