processing the processes
that process through my mind
in their lines of leering nonsense
leaning longingly behind
i caught a glimpse of someone else
processing my processes too
must have been ten thousand of us
and not one that looked alike
as we scrabbled for the diamonds
shining wetly thought the muck
and i looked up saying "Brother"
but the other walked away
i was both and then another
and then nothing. how are you?
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers