*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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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
*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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