Seth moshes to the front
of the churning crowd.
Longingly he looks,
at the beautiful singer,
whose words are anything but.

He reaches for her,
but he is slapped down.

Unknown hands
surround his body.
They lift him high.
Their laughter echoes.
The hands grope, caress,
push, pull, fondle.                  
From his back his shirt is torn.

Seth strains to
the direction he wishes to go.
To the stage!
To the beauty!
To no avail.

Lurched, thrown
The people tire of Seth.
They cast him off.

The people leave.
The singer is gone.
Seth is alone.
lost again.     


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