Unobtrusively

I can’t explain
what is inside my head
It’s broken and infamous
in various circles
Unassuming and ordinary
in others
Swirls unobtrusively
around us all
rising from inside me
as would a storm or subway train
It obscures itself
more or less
I suspect it is just
ordinary human
stuff
Made up of those small idiot things
I’ve forgotten or turned
into a fabric of loss
magnified and made magical
It will hide me
Now you see me
Now you won’t
until you turn away
Perhaps even before that
I am so afraid
there is nothing really
to find within

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onward,
T