At the epicenter of this sprawling metropolis.
Walking though the unblinking eye of this composed chaos.
Solitude tightens around my chest.
Isolation cleaves away my bones.
And I ask how this is even possible,
So small and secluded among the masses.
Drenched in denezines.
But deafening silence is the only reply.
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016