take notice, take interest

the lightbulb flickers
and the moth eats.

"farewell, begone"
say he who sits
upon the case
that stands upright
in the gutter,

"the mountain is falling,
and the road is flat,
but the terrible train
will crash on the bridge"

and so the pictured thought rises in the mist.

i am lost.
it is gone.
you won't find it down in the sea,

for there
the mermaids laugh,
and the
fishes glitter,
but no one finds
their home