I’m on my way again,
to plunge back into the mill
amidst a legion of comrades.
We all assemble in this scene,
but still haven‘t fully returned
from elapsed amusements.
No one stares at each other.
We stare at something – anything.
The floor, the phone or just in the air.
I am invisible.
I feel detached
I am beyond everyday life.
I overcame continuance
and I found my stash –
Monday mornings in the subway.