How do you describe that moment
once every third lifetime
when you see them all at once
all the beautiful people
They come pouring in in droves
and every familiar face
is the one you see
You take a breath and wonder
why you’ve never seen behind
your neighbor’s eyes before
They shine at you like mercy
And every gesture speaks of grace
His one good arm holds up a sign
As you approach him
Pardon me brother
I don’t believe I caught your name?
He doesn’t know you
or why you’re here
or what you want from him
He takes a second glance
and shies away
neumatikos 