It’s loud
The silence
That
Meets me
When I merge
With
The morning crowd
Each person
Buffered
By
A zone
Of
Private contemplation
Numbing them
To the bodies
They
Press in to
Involuntarily co-mingling energy
With
Every breath exhaled
As
We
Tunnel through time
And
Transfer between moments
Interchanging
Bits
Of
Ourselves
Until
We are forced
Upon
Arrival
To break
The connection
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PhotoPoetics™ 