how swiftly does the vast stretches
of land passes by
the minute vastness of the nature
into one windowless motion
another life maybe.
no quest for mortality
or transcendence
a lousy after-word maybe.
this may not be the end
nor the beginning of another
journey to nowhere
passed away/ out
another flash of light would make
all this an obligatory passage
of time. maybe.
plunged in. a life.
someone outside the window
stares back at me
my reflection.
as a watermark on every passing image
a blot/ mark with each changing scenery
a re-invented self.
pluto Panes: urban waste 