Silent Moments

I had a line sight on the integral expansion of my psyche
but fell into a state of extra dimensional indifference
lulled along by people pretending to dress that fourth dimension
I was stretched between tension inherent in middle thought miasmas
and knowing that I stood on the possibility of elevating myself
beyond the lightless scurrying of willful guile

Trends developed regardless of my participation
while I was wondering if I could catch my breath
I turned to see who was following and realized
I was being watched by the strangers I wanted to observe
spirit sinks low when the heart is quiet and the eyes cast down
in those silent moments of opposite direction soul and weal are parted