At the feeding grounds people await their journey,
colors and class, sex and age, all blend with their common goal,
the air is thick with noise almost like the voices of waves,
the silence I exhale is eaten instantly,
the absence of sound can sporadically be found if I turn my head and my eyes,
in between these perfect strangers sits those just like me,
a distant beat breaks through all the voices,
much like the drums that kept the rowers of ancient in pace,
no one is the same here but everyone is moving at the same speed,
it's a multitude of faces in a blank crowd....
...I wonder if I stand out?
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