I am the listener
I hear
dreams and wishes
whispered
on twilight summer
blankets of heat
simmering
on musky clouds by
animated wish-makers,
Never real to me
lifelike cartoons against
this enchanted backdrop
balloons in human form
inflated by
their own desires.

Dreams and dreamers
Make-believe balloons
floating through
My World.

Are they there?
Shall I pinch one?
I cannot enter
I cannot see
inside them.
I question the humanness
of humanity
and the humanity
of humankind.

I cannot be them
I cannot feel them
I can only
listen
and wonder.
 

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