Sometimes it’s better to be oblivious
Than to be fully aware of the insidiousness that surrounds us
Sometimes it’s better to shut one’s eyes
Than to stare at the hideousness of how we treat each other
Eating each other
Hand over fist
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Where are you now?
What are you thinking?
Do you think of me?
Or did it matter no more than your blinking
Sitting here
Staring into innerspace
Just another face
Lost in the crowd
Someone that only exists in memory
Because there was no hint from me
Of I how I saw you
How I would watch all that you do
For a clue
A whisper
A look
That said come hither
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