Violent Interlude
By Peter Scott
Nestled in a cramped square
Dark
And beneath the world
Curled in a fetal ball
Overhearing my life replayed
I long to remain hidden from view
Content where rarely noticed
Yet able to observe
Carry to task my functions
Dreams pulse fluidly
Transcending ideals before
On future's door I stand
Staring on a trance
Rocking from one path to another
Caught in my own existence.