birds pass by my
window
leaving their
shadows behind
and soft fuzz on the windowsill
I decide to never go
back
to all of the people
that need to be
listened to
and whom I need to
pity
anchored to the
values
that aren’t mine
I hide behind the
glass
pebbles of my eyes
so similar to the
stormy clouds
my black dog
comes back from the
outdoors
and shakes off the
water
in the same manner
I shake off
any connection to
the outside world
just as Nozick
anticipated
I talk only with
those
who want to
experience
a fair act of
transference
birds head south
I keep company to my
dog
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