nowadays, i smile at strangers
from the ulto micro seat, i let my eyes wander
sometimes they meet casually with another set
and i go on a tangent, imagining stories.
there is no reason for this sudden optimism;
almost oddly enough romanticism!
something must be going on in my head
if not insanity,
something of a lesser variety
that i would like to compare to stupor.
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