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Stranded with Everyone

March 31, 2014

A placeless sense of frustration, anger

Common noise, sound and chatter.

Appropriated space, claustrophobically enclosed

Featureless faces, questioningly disposed.

In a practical dash, a rush to complacency,

a parting with trash, scrambled up frequencies.

No end that can be justified,

through which this can be dignified.

A beginning simply absurd,

no rational voice to be heard.

Planted in the middle of this formless mass,

a trivial riddle, thoughtless and crass.

Awaiting some meaningful conclusion,

finding only a barren seclusion.


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