Scraps

now i will step out 
soak up the light, however
bleak it is, i need it. florescent
rain trickles down, a vacuum hums &
voices spurt through an inert box  - who are you
footsteps above, moving so quickly
across the drooling pane, hooded heads - is that me
my name being called?  turn
then & be 
sucked back in

  - conference call
      from FOUND IN A NOTEPAD

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