Realisation

back

On deporting back into the “real world”,

I slyly smile to myself. Above me voices call out,

chattering, instructing, commanding,

informing, declaring, persuading, transacting,

spitting, coughing, hawking. I barely miss a

scratch or a hum now.

Coming back to this side, horns honk incessantly,

mobile rings more often, happy looking youngsters

drinking on a night out. It all falls into a harmonius

pattern you’ll be surprised.

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