Vexillology

Vexillology

Missing a place
I’ve never been,
I look at my wrist
To make sure
My watch still says
It’s 19:81

Sensing the tear
In this moment
We wear
While spotlights
Of all different colors
Move high
On slow motion

And the crowd is alive,
Breathing a wave
Every time someone
Jumps
This time

And in
Next time
In 20:14

With the beat of
Some speakers
In a bloc party outdoors
We’re lost in a trance
Next time
Last time
This time

We’re here
And no one else is

It must mean
Something more
To share a purpose
In one moment
Than the fleeing
Sense of strangerhood

Which tensed air
Before this
Minute rolled around

It’s 19:81
And my ego is done

It’s the feeling
Of emotion
Swelling in my lungs
And clawing to gush out
As spontaneous tears

It’s numb air
Caressing
My hot face
And cooling my
Forehead

All the voices,
However strange,
Are the jazz
Of confidence

My teeth
Don’t chatter
So I know
I’m acclimated

I can’t focus
On myself

But the time
And the place
For whatever it means
Are crystal
Cold to me

In a second
In an ecosystem
Where nothing is needed

But to be inhaling
Light polluted
Skies
With the bloc

In 19:81.

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