another face
lost in the sea of
concrete conformity
one more person
that I don't know
eating as one must
in loneliness
leaving now
to enter frozen
existence
dressed sparringly
for the temperature
(or comradeship)
in prismatic attire –
harlequin's uniform –
but beautiful
in myopic slenderness:
a stranger of fascinating brevity
to my sight
walking wraith-like, silent
into my peripheral being
there staying for infinite
inconsequentiality
and then walking out again,
to exist as uncertainty exists –
you, who I saw
at the Ritz.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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