Crowd Surfer

Walking, sat down, numb, toes tired,
Soul pinned by neon numbers.
Seeking myself, where do I hide? 
Raising stones, crawling under.

Desire moves like dancing dust,
Slips between sunlit shafts,
Strong as dawn, soft as dusk,
Curves around imagined paths.

Crowds distract and entertain,
They shimmer, a glowing blur.
A blink, a breath, they're back again.
Millions merge, to one that’s more.

Tell me where have we been?
Hiding ourselves within every mind.
One thought's reoccurring dream
See myself through our billion eyes.

This piece is taken from my debut anthology Filigree and Fire

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