Rooms of Neglected Elephants
I show to all who gather.
My presence is largely missed.
I make no room in a room.
My existence can’t be missed.
I see they see, but not really see.
It’s lonely in these crowded rooms.
Clearly its obviously seen.
Detour signs my direction.
Being the sign is my direction.
Will this ever make known my attention.
Point were I stand with all correct Intention
Leavening them with means of no misdirection.
Before this room fills with points of no direction.
The Most Commented Hub "The Crow Who Fled a -Murder-"
- The Crow Who Fled a -Murder-
My sympathetic joy for the others is non-reciprocal.