to not want to reach out
and
touch one thing from this
sticky
world.
5 a.m.
and
it has been raining.
a metro bus hisses past my unit.
my kitchen blind is up,
I can see the people inside the bus.
men.
women.
heads lowered.
life beyond life.
towards the gallows
of
work and rest.
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