I know we don’t reveal much of ourselves to one another.
We contact awkwardly with downcast glances and knowing laughter.
We reach silent agreements
unspoken contracts to honor our independence.
When we come together we share only our bodies
giving completely to satisfy the body appetites
fill in the empty places
for a time.
If we meet in the streets we touch formally
to verify the fact of our existence
in light of day.
Shyly we converse in current events
passing time between us
until we can go our separate ways again.
If I tried to speak to you
to reach through the invisible wall
I would say
I am here.
This is me.
And what we have is something after all
in a world like ours.
Poet13 parades as numberless person
in the context of the street stage
conducting a simulcast exploring Zeitgeist
in the conundrum of “a world like ours”
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