BIG FLIGHT DELAYS

What have I been? What have I completely or partially been to anything? I ask what have I been?

Many passing things, passing lives. Everyone's moving forward in time with themselves, with their lovers, with their homes. I stand, I move, and I watch. It all happens like this.

I am the silent, brutal, happy tragedy of myself. A sayable unsayable thing: a very proud, and discontent, and angry, and enigmatic, and in-correct, artistic aggressor.