{"sf1_id":575518,"sf2_id":"JewBK3X1","title":"Reading","author":"Mike Devrinski","words":93,"posted_at":"2013-08-12T20:50:00.000Z","tags":["Commentary","Perceptions","Poem","Poetry","Stranger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/575518-reading","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewBK3X1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/af/47/af47e100-b04e-4dd9-ba4d-3cc3ed5588fa","description":"A poem about strangers. One I wrote up yesterday, but didn't show until now. Not that I needed to edit or anything. It's mostly free verse although I really seem to like using repetition in this one.","content":"the thought from human mind  \nthe voice from human mouth  \nthe movement from human step  \nwhich the foundation derives.  \n  \nI sit, and watch  \nas they pass, indifferent  \nto the people they do not know  \nwhose hate is bred in life and politics  \nalways, for sickening fame.  \n  \nPublic is not really public,  \nViews are not really views.  \nTruth, is not really truth.  \nAt least, not most of the time.  \n  \nIt is always these times in that we realise  \njust how much we keep what we are,  \nwho we are  \nhidden from all in sight.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}