and all these people that 
i do not know 
and they don't know me, too 
so here in public, i 
can by some godlike dispensation then
defy the laws of nature: here, 
in public, i will drift 
through the unseeing crowds
unseen, anonymous, 
a spectered ghost invisible to all, 
yet they will clear, as if by instinct still, 
a path to let me through themselves --
kind gestures normally reserved
for any obstacle that bars 
their way, be it a monument
or garbagecan --
I am condemned to wander
until they tell me which.
Jon Bohrn (1998)



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