Meshed
I pause
in a room full of people
I am alone
conversing in codes and dialect that mean nothing
sharing tales of nothing to no one
as they gaze into each others eyes
enthralled by the lack of themselves
they see within each other
in a building full of rooms
I am alone
people coming and going from this place to that
rushing to get nowhere and achieve nothing
upon roads of deconstructed preroads
the cycle is unending
the journey long and enduring
the story here will everlast
in a city full of buildings full of rooms full of people
We are alone
Nino
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