Feet throb through well worn shoes 
after a brisk walk to central station. 
We keep our ears plugged with our beats 
to finally find seated, at furtherest point; 

Backs of heads, napes, and collars 
mushroom away, stare blankly ahead - 
polarised sunnies paint them bright; 
choked only by an assumption of gain.

And all I see is a tiny reflection of me. 
Here in my world another day begins: 
a mourning of suited, tired paramours;
in this cosmos of peopled isolation.*



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