Interlude
The quiet midst the shuffling,
He’s hidden,
Around him life is bustling,
The still midst the growing noise
He’s hidden,
Statue-like shadowy poise,
Is he waiting for a ride?
Unnoticed
More ignored than if a hide
Blending in as if he’d been
Unnoticed
Forever and once again.
Preparing.

Gloom 99

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