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Lost in the crowd

Just to poke your head above the parapet  
and spirit find no magic carpet--  
none to lift, no hand to help  
all I see, is self, self -- self  

That small island in wash and wind  
no sense left just shifting sand  
compression the landscape that surrounds  
claustrophobia pressing down  
 
The street is a multi culture riot  
each badge an import round festooned  
an open vein that never clots  
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned    
 
A singleton of unconform  
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn  
that swamp to stand in all alone  
trapped in that maze of lifes unknowns  
 
Where I not we from the gene pool dropped  
that whirlpool like a spinning top  
my GPS its software locked  
I scream at the life support robots
Written by slipalong
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