splintered and hazy are the nights

I spend with strangers or friends locked in

this dance of interwoven parts that

stretch from pole to pole and then

I’m pretending I’m right there

sitting astride a seat by mine where

friendly discourse is shared and

remarks cruel and kind in turn

take time to sink in and decimate the

sensations of loneliness and desperation

sating my yearning for constant beyond

the bridge that spans the covered chasms far

stretching all around an impenetrable

wall of hollow full of folly and disarmed

means of transportation lacking faces

but still missing those far gone



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