piles of them where they fell

the imaginary ordinary is
full of what you cannot touch
like complex
classical composition
the only feeling is
the feeling of many things at once.

what is the difference in is
and is not when measured in
units of what can be known

in the evening
the sidewalk is a way back out
the air is full of now
like this parked car
is full of someone
looking out at you

real living dislikes
ponderous moments
real living churns out
for next to nothing
except various parts

are missing.

the imaginary ordinary is full
of missing things
piles of them, where they fell.