the Watcher is now free
no other encumbering passion
some say...burden to society.
he is watching and recording
his home is his shopping cart
his soul pure as he watches.
Laughing out loud, with abandon
standing in stream of humanity
the Watcher is as ever alone.
the others flow by and by
a river of sliding eyes, shifting
some pay for right of passage.
he watches them all carefully
suspicious when he retreats
camp secure, deserted, invisible.
Writing ever writing, sunset
smiling with inner satisfaction
the Watcher safe now, alone.
middle of the earliest morn
awakened by damned screams
laughing again when realized...
still chuckling at Library
working at the recording terminal
the Watcher is now free
