with a crack in the ceiling to peer down
my parents enrolled me at a wonderful school
kindergarten to fifth grade in the most tranquil
tucked away little alcove you'd ever find
just below the freeway so the headlights could shine in at night
it was nicer and more
true than the next stop
a descended room with greasy carpeting
i majored in feigning sleep
eavesdropping in that harmless, just so way
i'm now a free man in number and name
gazing out the window of a secluded hideaway
taking delight in spying the lives of others
not for bitterness, shyness or perversion
but to see the private moments that make us human
played out unwittingly before me like i was
sitting in the globe in a secret seat
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