Doesn't always respond
when called

Often laughs at odd times
when talking

Stops says hang on a sec
starts scribbling

Cries at joy, smiles at misery
Amused at anger

You think they are right there
with you

Lying beautifully
with hidden rhythms reddening

Usually displaying angst
heartache, loneliness or self loathing

Sometimes joy from the delicious
ache of love

Always always lost in some other now
when now needs scrubbing
not scrutiny

Often trying to fit things
on a page

Black and white flowers
describing non existent colors
on an infinite canvas
fed to eyes in hiding

Usually easy to spot discomfort
in a crowd

Inundated by all the words
When sober or not

If you find them in this lost shape in the wild of syllables and sound

Run
Or hose them down
Before they infect you
They are the carriers
of humanity


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