Minor Roars

Closing the door behind
there is another world
filling the space beyond
orange lights glimpsed in moments of recognition
waiting for the minor roar of ever-present traffic
only to be greeted by silence.

The ticking of some unknown clock
measuring moments unknown
a feeling of mental weightlessness
where everything seen
is euphoric.

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