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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The GreatĀ 

All the grand
There is to please, please see
They see as black and white

All the hidden 
That would with all senses be touched
They shoo with tilted heads

“My god?”
The thought to speak tho’ not aloud
“How dare you make time for this?”