"mind the gap please.. mind. the. gap."

the distance

between the footplate of a carriage
and the chipped concrete slab of a platform
could never claim my mind ..

yet the distance, loneliness, irony
trapped in a community of three hundred and ninety three, no, four, 
sets of silent footsteps, 
reluctantly intertwined in the atrium of Victoria's underground-
i cant say the same of these;

or of the interactive vapidity
every deflected glance on the tube reinforces 

before finding solace 

in some reflected darkness.

so Yes, 

anonymous Christ-like announcer of subterranean zen, 

I will mind it;


but it's not a gap. 



Its a chasm.