Heads turning, looking sideways at mirrors of distaste,
averting eyes from any misplaced tenants.
Walking slowly away, head down, looking downcast as
saddened people crawl away into shells of disobedience.
Forever floating on shores of gigantic ocean waves,
balancing on spires of oneness without a craving in
sight.
Riding alone into the darkest of nights, mistaken
identities become translucent in mystic hazes of
twilight.
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