The Event Horizon - Spoken Word Poetry

He’s sitting sideways in the window
Looking outwards to the city
He’s rhythmic and bouncing in his movements
As if the world is willing

while speaking to world he draws the line and the tone changed
he didn’t know this was an argument
While being cladless and careless
He was unprepared for a viewing of himself
A 360 Photo Booth circling his every chisel

He was the performer
And the write
The maker of his dreams
He knew exactly what he needed to critique

While the Earth stands still
Plastered in the thick air
Only he knows how to cut through it like a blade

He stands up to both feet
Leans over as child looking into a pond
Stirring up the mud with plans that are oblique

His center of gravity crosses the line
He’s now on the balls of his feet
Painting and recreate what the world would have wanted to see

Although they will only ever see the mist
He dances on the event horizon
He becomes well equipped

Letting go of mendacious creations
AKA the social jip
And focusing on the incumbent artwork
That allows him live