Poem: In Transit

We're like bars of soap,
Imperceptibly eroding day by day.
We fade away that slowly, and some of us


Slip away before
Anyone notices we were here at all.
We are all in transit. Some of us make the journey


On foot and some of us
Jump into the express lane
To avoid our plodding, terrestrial locomotion,

As if there is nothing
To be seen, felt, and heard
Between the beginning and the end.
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