A billboard-lit darkness

What will it feel like
to be human again?
To meet and greet like bells.
And become just what
you have always
been – a miracle.
But all I see now,
is a few sad poets.
And what is left of eloquence.
Yet, nothing is permanent.
And nobody is just a symbol.
Not even the sad poets.

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