peer thru into every face it would be as if i had come to a stop to some barren place washed out of all its colour finished up and wasted all askew astray and empty empty of rhyme or reason derelict in the unhappiest of ways
if i could hear in everyone
if i could hear in everyone attune to every voice that sang and spoke alike and listen to every word each story running thru them
then i would feel somehow wrong somehow cheated out of something as if i had robbed myself of something something oh so strong