irritable this morning
the daily throngs I've never loved
more onerous than usual
that mass illusion
we call 'humanity'
shoving every uncovered
spot on me
going out of their way
to harm in the name of self...
so it is a relief (somewhat) to find
the individual behind the routine mask
so I may judge for myself
whether they are real
in themselves or lost
in their outer visage
peek-a-boo you bastards are you worth
the trouble? am I? on this or any other morning....
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