the wait.
and then?
the ceaseless traffic,
whizzes of vehicles.
a touch a memory.
nothing tangible to hold on to.
the sweep that turns the head.
invincibilty among the masses.
alone in talk.
a reach out to another
to find some semblence of normality.
the crux, the structure, the order.
the mad semblence of craving for something.
of knowing and being in control.
look for yourself in the crowd.
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