“I would rather participate in Life than write a 100 stories” Thomas Mann

Lonely in the middle of the station

Sitting, waiting, watching, observing, yearning

Intensely private and privately intense 

Attempt to ignore a flicking flux of state 

As I get up and make my way to Platform 8


My static and solitary peregrinations

Cyclical deliberations


Looking and longing for destination that doesn’t exist 

And never will


Three-fold a thousand souls

Wildly eclectic 

Serenity in the hectic


Hungry for truth 

Yet an appetite for ignorance

Rumbles and persists.


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