i am not

i am not, i am not, i am not

for once
as any
manic wishes
the world is
spinning slower
slower still

no planes
like drills
boring into
the air

no cars
pushing past
with a no-one
at the wheel
dodging streetlamps
between texts

no talking
no people
the buzzing
subsides.

all quiet, but still
i am not
listening.