They are profoundly present,
an army of eyes
ever protesting, ever vigilant.
Beggar’s brown and puddle blue
I can never escape
their instinct to congregate.
–
They fear deviation,
the alternate view,
the unlit road
that winds itself
tighter than time.
Their sameness
is the same everyday
but it is without reassurance
or comfort that I slide
in and out of their routines.
–
All they know of me
is my nervousness, my downcast eyes,
my sideways trajectory.
To me they are as familiar
as the seasons or the weather.
I inhale them with every heartbeat
and in each step I touch upon
some mundane instance of them
which is and ever will be off-limits.
–
I exist but they would not have me
in the same room or any room
which they have inhabited.
Even their secrets are boring.
That is the worst part of it.
They have lived
the whole of their miraculous life
simply repeating each other.
–
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