Misfortunate

a shadow behind the masses
weaving between smiles and endless faces
a smoke on the horizon
too faint to be seen

too familiar to be recognized
monikers lost in yellow pages
incompatible with photographs
thoughts too dense to be scried

alone in the middle of nowhere
living in some when-else of time
too meek to seek out company
generations of alternate reality

never there when the moment is prime

a flare for the surreal when all are blind



[17:27|06.3.013] ©c.thom