Loop one or loop all.

standing in the crowd
of the heads bowed

traffic on roads
on pavement a
repeat of beats
and neat lines

another another
all the same
suicidally lame

sick of the roll
and fume
of humdrum

I roll down
alleys and
by ways to
sea shore

a hush a scree
of sea over shingle
waves roll in single
one after the other
undoing bothers

a lulling repeat
of sky; breath
and heartbeat

more of the same
to lighten mundane