Far from the Maddening Crowd
It can pull you in.
Spit you out.
Build you up.
Shoot you down.
Drown you out.
Test your mind.
Mess you around.
A feeding ground for the opportunistic.
A landscape to explore for the futuristic.
For peace to come and settle the chatter,
To keep it real, for another matter.
The brightest of them constellate. Abound.
Far from the maddening, maddening crowd.
S. Camplin
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