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A Study in Organized Chaos

Updated on March 28, 2017

At this height there is silence

but for the sound of my own breath

as it escapes, frosting up the pane of glass

upon which I rest my forehead.

From here, the people below are indistinguishable,

moving en masse

as if ants in a glass farm -

a study in organized chaos.

I pause,

hesitant to leave my observation post

and join the fray.

The door closes behind me

with a whisper and a click.

I can hear the muffled conversations

behind closed doors,

as I make my way down the long corridor

to the elevator.

In the lobby,

a smartly dressed man holds the door open for me,

releasing me into the cacophony

of urban sound.

I allow myself to be swept away –

becoming part of the swarm.

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