In the lounge,
a thought escaped off my head
like a cold drip
from an air-con unit
protruding out
a wall.
It's lost
in a corridor filled with
consequential people
or who thought they were
altering the sequence
of the line
and the rest
who felt they were
but are self-doubters.
Awakened
by my own consequence,
I rise
to stop this
thought from leaving
as if a queue.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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