like adverts on a train with eyes avert
look not at the leer of the grim-reaper, casting shadows everywhere
little lights that flicker past from some faraway train as it passes,
glimmer and ricochet the walls their whispers of hope
even though shuffled in invisible irrelevance, as thrown
into this strange norm, what’s become the daily apathy
here cast in a virtual overcrowded commuter train
On a virtual transit ride
….to nowhere
in a world unseen somewhere among the crowd lost
scrolled anonymous finds his message left on the virtual subway wall
…..and suddenly, much less alone
so, with fingers pressed to fog a print replies her message on the wall
in the fog
1 comment:
Wow. What an amazing piece.
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