by train:

 The cameraderie of the locked step
 neglects the essential unity,
 which is not found in
 shared movements, mind or body:
 we still avoid the poetry
 offered on the train, the spidery
 drawings of eyes moving between
 ages and shadows, and when a woman's
 belly jiggles as she walks the
 instinct of disgust continues solidarity
 with desire's tiring monologues.

 At nones we are tired,
 the same scenes flutter
 at the windows, faces
 here, now freed from
 the massive hand
 of the crowd continue
 their anonymity still
 in pursuit of their
 numerous bed, the table
 of the sovereign.

 Two women attract your attention indistinguishably
 Their duplicity the same thing beauty has been telling
 You in five-card stud by pairs of jacks and queens
 When no recourse to the sky can be made, as here,
 As you descend below the earth and the water throws
 Up irreplaceable kind farewells to those who came here
 Leaning on bones and flesh, faithful to birds, alone.

when a soul’s been solitary for too long, it losts the power to communicate ( I am anonymous )