Synchronithmancy
Across a crowded room.
Outside at night dogs howling and barking
in streets wet with new rain.
Somewhere a far off saxophone plays.
Why does it have to always be far off?
Or have I never left?
Automatons at the automat just about complete
the circuit, the run around, the program to make
the Sheeple, blah, blah, blah. Up to you.

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