Societal
misshapes.
The lost
fragmented
ordinary,
seen
as different,
though they walk
the same
pathways
as you.
Feeling just as lost
and confused
as you sometimes do.
Because
sometimes
The world can seem a little askew,
off kilter, like it's being viewed
through some trippy Tik Tok filter.
The way people stroll in reverse,
whilst other life floods ever onwards,
but they seem to move
differently to us.
They walk with purpose,
every backward stride,
a point on their journey
they greet with pride.
They drift through crowds,
but no one notices.
they appear out of focus
their faces blurred,
like clouds
of human shaped detritus.
They glide
through the ever
marching tides of human life.
Always trying
to reach the other side,
crossing a road, to cross it again,
flowing back and forth
like a pendulums swing.
So focused are we
on crossing this stream
that we don't see the gleam
in the glistening teeth
of the others.
They look like us, act like us,
talk like us,
but it's a facade, a smokescreen
hiding the real creature beneath.
Our eyes can't perceive the inaccuracies.
The way the light doesn't reflect naturally.
The way they move strangely animated.
But once you can see,
you notice the identical beings.
Duplicates,
misaligned copy machine cast offs.
They never follow straight lines,
always circling
like vultures picking out a feast.
The same face passing on the street.
The same stumbled gait,
the same dragged feet,
like an instant replay,
played over and over on repeat.
Thanks for reading
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