Everyone is talking to me at bus stops, tonight. I am everyone's open vessel into which they can pour themselves, now that I have been dancing on rooftops.
Everyone is restless. Everyone needs me. I have un-opened my semi-closed self to the world's vagrants. Everyone is inhabiting. They will inhabit me and I will be their house. I am empty and ready for occupation.
And then I will be full again. And then it will be morning.
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