Behind the smudged
window of a ticket-booth,
an angel evaluated your
sincerity. Now rhythms
of a loud city sooth
your innermost ears.
You must have nodded
off. You’re in the right place
on the right line and yet
must discover where you
are as you are, going.
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What a concise description of life: you 'must discover where you/ are as you are, going.' --before you get to the end of the line I presume