you can feel it everywhere, when you're by yourself
among a crowd of people and you stand alone in the middle
of this mass
there is a feeling you sense as you stand and listen,
think to yourself.
a spark of love, or hatred, or sorrow, or
wisdom, or sin.
if you feel it, you can reach out and grasp it
and hold it in your hands to look at it,
and then you realize that you've had it inside
you the whole time, hidden under a pile
of old dusty notes. And you have freed it,
if only for a moment.