Each in a row
staring off at distance

I couldn't tell
what spectacle compelled them,
couldn't see what they saw

occasional laughs bray,
low voices swish like gym shorts,
all sparks and grate

I am mute, blind
but I can hear
deep down
I can see them glare

These daggered lines;
unfiltered mathematical equations bending around my figure—
calculated-
unison.


give them something to stare...