The Mall (poem)

Monday, July 5, 2010

Countless souls
Streamed through
The modern corridors.
Ethereal legs stomped
Silently on tiles.

Many are mindless,
Happy to float
Where neon directs them
Or what their inside dictates.
The souls, detoured by wants
Seek heaven in such empty space.


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