I extended my hand,
(between that narrowing space)
watched it widen again
as I peered inside;
and faced shuttered windows
within anguished souls.
They turned their heads then,
in one condescending swoop,
of blinked eyelids,
Glancing consistently,
at rapidly twisting
digital numbers,
ever ascending
until it was time
To step out.
To sell some soul, again.
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