On the Tube at Night

In the belly of the underground
I long for the space
Within a chasm of brick.

Scuffed shoes, boarding trains
Wishing feet were really
In the small room.

With basking cracked window
In vestiges of sunlight
And incense.

Overcome creatures in the dark
Who eat people from
Out of their vehicles.

Heard those impressionable
Forced to grow immediately
Wise and leave fast.

Reinstating myself as human,
As human wanting both
Distance and proximity.

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