Feet throb, pulsing thru 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 that's seen is a tiny reflection of self;
here in our world another day begins: 
a mourning of suited, tired paramours;
in this bustling cosmos of peopled isolation.*



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