These Hallways

I need to think they know each other
They, the other-worldlies
The lost-in-noticing-ers
With vocabularies of gods, speculating

I see them and fall mesmerized
Them, with foreheads furrowed
With wanting, wondering
How the world’s this way or that

I crave their impetus
Their, them, that electrified being
That doesn’t seek convention
Or need to be defined

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