The hospital

I have come away from a crowd
A crowd of strangers in hospital
In dark corner of coffee machine

In the old lift slowly wending up
Like old men shuffling their feet,
Gliding like a new strange cloud

I still carry the crowd in my body
A crowd of strangers of mystery
Faces mixing their mystery pasts

With my present, steeped in dark
A dark of coffee machine corner,
A little knot of dark around pillars.

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