A Mysterious Presence

I sense a presence, I sense something queer and yet never tangible. The heart begins to feel like  a feathered finger. I begin to sense something unfamiliar. Perhaps I begin to feel how a human nerve does when it feels numb; or still perhaps it is an aloneness where human company can never be company enough.

I watch power icons/ figures/symbols zoom past, fast in terrific machines. Machines that seem to want to prove that the human is so puny a creature. I feel automaton a while. Yet, amidst it all, I sense a mysterious presence that is too human to ignore. I walk paths strewn with animal trails and the human. I see a vexed fusion of the machine and the man. I begin to feel a rhythm of a human presence, which I sense yet never see.

I wonder…perhaps the presence shall be the most positive ray of  a life. Or still perhaps I shall find the solace that is framed between the human and the less human.