Today's disgusted reflection revealed, that

I am constantly surrounded by ugliness

Thick limbs, worn clothing, odors

Graceless stumbling gait, the

press of the masses, forward!

I sometimes feel I am waiting on an eternal line

Inching onward towards consumption, and

if I cannot escape the crush of

limbs and bodies, soon

I will scream

(Not that my scream would be any holier than his, or yours)

If I was not the only being whose presence Stops where

my body Stops, then

we all might have a little more

room to

Breathe.

Just a theory.