Unfamiliar

Face to face, reunion of senses.
The familiar stranger's presense
of memorie's past forgotten and lost
of events that were paid and cost.
Absence, the revolutionary meeting
of recognition but not of a silent greeting.
Small, insignificant, forgotten crimes
talks of illusion of life of times.
Absence, silence weaved in space
minds blurred in mist and haze.
Searching looks goes unfollowed
Gazes unmet, eyes are hollowed.
Comfort lost in the sweat and leather
reflective thoughts of greyish weather.
Works no doubt of the devil's minions,
O, the questions, the questions, the questions
Finality nears, threatened by danger
for once so familair, is now but a stranger.

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Exclamation_popcorn reflected on life at 12:00 AM