178. Oceans of Noise

He sat on the edge of a rooftop
leaning back over the edge
to get a better view
of the underneath.
A place
where people of all types
walked and clamored
without the recognition
of that man.
He was nobody
he was nothing
and in the ocean of noise
rising up to meet him
the world was limitless.

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