Mortal dread
Casual blank eyed sheep
pass and pass and again
stop & stare in dumb recognition
as their questions & nonsense
pour out like nosebleed
--which if comprehended could
(quite possibly)
make one dumber--
followed by the eternal silence
as they stand in wait
for me to read their mind.
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