these small faces that make up the whole
and in looking through this dense mass
i do not know a single one
of these characters of my childhood
packed together to keep the darkness out
to send it away by the sheer strength of heat
the heat that roils around the ankles
and slides down their spines
leaving them to shiver and push closer
because it reminds them of fear
and all these beating hearts thrust
rib to rib to spine against all comers
overwhelm everything but the heat
the two exist to feed each other
a deafening cycle encircling the crowd
engorging themselves one on the other
with the double tempo sending friction
vibrating through the small pockets of air
that survive through these layers of skin
and the quivering waves of temperature
test the strain sending stress like a weight
through the bloodstream
and everything speeds up again
as they wander in tighter and tighter circles
each face carefully turned away from the circumference
in case the shadows are coming
because safety is in numbers
and bliss in ignorance
they keep spinning in their delirium
and i am dizzy on my own
afraid of the fear feeding from this frenzy.
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