Interconnecting every age and stratum
Adolescents and elderly, pilgrims and stationary, elite and destitute
For all loiterers in life's foyer
Who invest in days unseen
Hands cupped over ears
Poised for the moment when the drought of silence is broken, as predicted by the trembling and strange lexicon of the prophets
For vibrations not yet rustling eardrums
Though haunted by mirages and their subsequent disillusion
Band together--shall we?--in the fellowship of behind-the-scenes inhabiters
Of those who, expending all muscle fibers, brain cells, passions
Wait
