Where do you go, in those phones, heeded on head, wired to grid of train tracks, crossed
Crossing Eyes Blink,
Nastigma traces the groovy footpath through a tunnel of dreams
Cradled n’er woken from a lauded longing
Emoted chords melt the time away
Bubbles through honey, a metal snake never finds it tail
Birthing a thousand sonders
At each stop
Curiosity sounds a C-Sharp
Makes a C Shape
One end of a track
To another on queue
Lined up, through stairs and beyond
The same humans
Pass you again, later, Später
Without mask
But still with phone,
Still with peering eyes
Of your peers,
Hidden smiles beneath FFP2
KN95
17A, U1, U3 - back again
USB
Recharge
Restart
Replay
Are you board?
Where and what and when are U
11.18.22