Rows of blank faces
filter past me
in an endless march
to the end of the earth
i try to stop them
to speak to them
but their silence drones on
in my aimless reality
Realitys mingle
brush past one another
in search of some minute
sign of acknowledgement
i catch a glimpse of meaning
i try to hold its metaphysical figure
but it slips through my fingers
and falls until it bounces
off of the end of the earth