He understands that everything he observes doesnt have to be recorded documented chronicled commentated yah

Youve seen him workthe stacks of paper wha do you think 

                                                               when his innerMariachi talk about him behind his backso they think he listens  they thinkincorrectly that because hes able to shut them out of his internal dialogues their conversations are private 

often forgetting

                 no him no them

I think nobody has that kind of time

That kind of time will always be a matter of how one chooses to spends ittha he makes the effort is sufficient  He understands hell fall short

An thas because he doesnt seeNo no see is wrong   perceive doesnt perceive things like others do

Evidently 

           Recall the feather molt this morning bobbing above him  it coaxingcircling many many times before disappearing above the overhangthe hummingbirds at the feedertheir shadows on the window  a teeming he coudnt take his eyes off Whered he go  Suddenly he was vacantya did feel that

  Yes 

       The scant shooting star last night his riveted appreciation  he thought he might be the only person in the world who witnessed it

Yes The ghost of the English walnut in the yardthe apricot ghost beyond it vaporous but there

The bird shadows thrown on the ground around him as he walks and readscatching them peripherally then gazing at them

Then suddenly gone  Vacant

Wha is tha

I don know

addressing them they flinched 

                               Shoudoccur to you  Times I don feel Im of this place don belong  Long to be where I fit

Fit Thas odd to say 

Odder to be 

the Mariachi shrugged  the many gathered beyond them shrugged too

1045,  Sunday,  25  9. 22

1047,  Twosday,  27  9. 22

E.S.T.  Inner City, City Lights  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iajtly6zH1U