Locked in others' minds,
electrons zoom through myhair at lightspeed.
The crowds press violently,
undulating wildly,
they writhe and seeth to
the cacaphony of a million hearbeats.
Each face is a variegated mirror of my own.
Each a different nature.
All at once
they spin around me
at rates which send me reeling.
All at once
they tell me they are my ture image.
I am only the shadow of my selfish blindness;
irrational judgement from a perspective too near.
I join the ranks.
They are many and I only one
majority rules, they must be right.
Forget myself in their overwelming certainty.
My mind escapes vaporous into oblivion.
My husk of perceived self
pulsates in the chaotic single-minded mass
as the electrons tear through our hair
as quickly as neural synapses.