fitzroy gardens


Time is a mirror.

Everything repeats

until you learn.

Trapped in the unknowing.

Sentenced to life.

Remind me.


An angle of patterns at my feet.

Trains rattle and whirr in the distance.

It’s all about waiting, patience, suppressing the insides.

The suits in this park make me uneasy.

A nervous wind picks up.

If I keep quiet, maybe I’ll turn invisible.