after eleven

it’s late
xxxxyou’re on your way home by train…
xxxxxxxxsomething’s wrong… not mechanically… personally:

“tangled within myself without inviting answers
xxxxmust I assume underground
xxxxxxxxthat trains deride my stops by

speed and impel twice muted doors
xxxxto stopper errant publics…
xxxxxxxxwhat am I asking here below

where tentative wanderers
xxxxembrace abstraction as haunt
xxxxxxxxfor care among travelers only

partially arrived at still distant
xxxxcomforts… if ever located…(?)
xxxxxxxxbarely started before memory

fails… you… I… the one speaking… no…
xxxxwriting... must scrap manner for
xxxxxxxxdirection and secret matter

glancingly… indirectly… to recall:
xxxxmordant inhabitants transit platforms
xxxxxxxxunder compression avoiding glimpse

and touch… hesitant to encompass
xxxxsovereign citizens blocking contact
xxxxxxxxfor the tactless silences of public transport…“