When the crowd gets loud,
I get quiet,
Not because of some cathartic,
enigmatic,
social statement,
But because I can hear the voices,
Shooting through each other,
No depth of cause,
No handshake awareness,
Like a factory filled with heavy machines,
Stamping out time’s orders,
I can then fully become aware,
Of my futile embellishments,
My structural to-do lists,
That amalgamate nothing,
Yet the sincerity is tangible,
The alacrity of purpose,
Presupposes my aloof disparity.
Catch as catch can. – Sinz
