Thursday, 7 June 2018

Out There


Night crowds writhing
move the dark
Incandescent in the gloom
Warble muffled 
in a heavy glow
Where the lonely have no room
Talking has
no sound in there
Rhythmic beats
are felt not heard
Eyes not looking anywhere
Touch the hot
unspoken word
In this palace of disparities
Atmosphere 
is taking charge
Creating vibrant
brand new rules
For those absorbed 
in those at large

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