you occasionally go by the metro..hear it rambling and rattling..
get close to your boyfriends and girlfriends to speak and hear them... swinging and swinging..wanting the overhead railing to come down some day by an inch at least.. the entire networks..it streams into your body..
the darkness..peeping from the building door..
in her eyes too..you find them.. the lines underneath.. they draw up to welcome you..
the last drink goes for you..
and you go back to the network..laughing, drooling, thinking..
your boyfriends laugh with you..
the eyes still welcome you..
not that you know of.. but even then the rambling goes on..with the railing overhead..
you teach, preach .. and stubbornly create..
that is being... knowing to be.. going on with being..
get close to your boyfriends and girlfriends to speak and hear them... swinging and swinging..wanting the overhead railing to come down some day by an inch at least.. the entire networks..it streams into your body..
the darkness..peeping from the building door..
in her eyes too..you find them.. the lines underneath.. they draw up to welcome you..
the last drink goes for you..
and you go back to the network..laughing, drooling, thinking..
your boyfriends laugh with you..
the eyes still welcome you..
not that you know of.. but even then the rambling goes on..with the railing overhead..
you teach, preach .. and stubbornly create..
that is being... knowing to be.. going on with being..
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