Losing yourself to them;
Endless people that surge.
You're blissing out in cafe veins
With delusions of growing
Somehow by their names.
I cannot ride
the social pool
loosely gaining faces astray
falling in on endless hives
with lukewarm receptions
& manual chairs
automatic invitations
lost in their stares.
I am a stranger
Not unknown
merely waiting
for time to turn back,
for your energy
to receive me with immediacy
as if miraculously
this war was over
and finally
I stood before you still alive
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