god walks among us
in the crushing crowd
he is the collective sigh
of the morbid abusers of daily routine
in the wrinkle between
what they became and could become
all that arouses our sweat
is temptation or the TIRE
can we get any duller than this?
cities are loud for no reason
the silence is too thick between strangers
where is all the sound coming from?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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