Early morning, took my walk
Before the rising sun.
On the rain-slicked city streets,
I was the only one.
Not another soul in sight,
The sidewalks all for me,
Which felt like post-Apocalypse
And I a refugee.
It isn’t very often
That Manhattan seems so stark,
Accentuated by the rain,
The wind, the hour, the dark.
At least, on several corners,
Glowed an all-night deli’s light,
Assuring me, despite the void,
That things would be all right.
untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
I walk alone, bewildered, scared to death.
I haven't any memory... survey
Through ash and try to think...I snatch a breath
And try again. The air is foul today!
I must be dreaming. That's it! I'm dreaming.
I'll soon awaken from this craziness
And find myself aright again. Beaming
A smile and laughing at myself, I guess.
But something isn't right. It's what I see:
The people, where have all the people gone?
I see homes and autos, some leafless trees.
They are ash-covered phantoms. Begone!
I'll waken soon. It's only imagined,
A dream. Oh God! Please help me comprehend.
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