The QueueA Poem by nikolaiaA weird idea, I guess. If I get inspired enough I may revise a little. It seems short.Standing in wait For what, I could not fathom an answer, And I don't imagine those ahead know.
The queue appears endless. But, to my comfort, endless in either direction. So I wait patiently In a disquieting lack of interaction.
For a moment it's realized, Realized without response or action, That we were not in surrounding. We lay in formation, Illuminated figures without light. On what we stand, I could not tell you. (This moment passes without mourning, And soon our thoughts are again patient curiousity.)
A cough, Resounding to asseverate, But serving not to break the silence In which it is swallowed. My attention, at this, is taken in firm. Mine alone, it seems.
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Added on November 3, 2010 Last Updated on March 20, 2011 Author |