go.
aimlessly she walks.
music traveling from ear cavity to cavity.
song taking her to a place
not far from her memory, but far from the present.
life's matter swirls and dances around her
as she scopes through windows,
reads street poles and signs,
finds treasures on the ground.
stop.
her head snaps up, and her heart beat quickens.
joy and fear capture her simultaneously.
as she eyes the shadow man from toe to temple,
a world of moments rush into her.
she gasps for breath, confused:
"the features are similar,
the slouch the same.
height, hair, hands
all tropes of you.
and yet, it is not you."
is it the eye that sees visuals, or the heart that recreates visuality?
haphazard encounters in the crowded streets of life.
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