Tired cracked faces –

Buses, cars, trains fitted with once taxed invention, gift of sight to rush hour living damned
Sharing private looks, inside, tired cracked faces look for a better outside.
Peripheral quick vision on passing, tired cracked faces sitting side-on, head-wishes aimed through eyes and glaze, looks like no feeling, no spirit
melancholic inside rut; desperate minds planning fantasy escapes
Tired cracked faces desire flowering, pulling insides out for a spill, a reverse containment offers contentment
Stay intact inside, boiling-up indifference, or to love uncertain days.

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