Terminal
Terminal
Carl Mantua
Some sit, others rise.
Some arrive, others depart.
Some ascend, others descend.
Some welcome, others journey away.
Some wait, others are awaited.
Some grow weary, others restless.
Some bear burdens, others lay them down.
Some spaces are crowded, others left bare.
Some wear a smile, others wear a frown.
Some cry aloud, others keep their silence.
Some wrestle with the weight, others drift with the tide.
Some gather together, yet one remains alone:
gazing only at the visage of countless binaries,
a fragment of the infinite.
Copyright © Carlito Mantua | Year Posted 2025
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