We walk through crowds thicker
Than our skin,
Molecules of all tones and textures,
99 point 9 percent the same.
The lull in our voices,
Estranged ears bridging
Paths across oceans and seas,
Gifting new alphabets to our neighbours.
Synchronized,
Fingertips on touch screens
A tap away from Budapest,
Abu Dhabi or Brazzaville.
Our eccentricities mingled,
Soaking in our drinks,
Sprinkled in our plates of food,
Tabled multitude under pub lighting.
A crack in our eggshell heads,
Gaping for all to peak through,
Swirls of all colours,
Where language is but façade.
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