Yourself watched.

And in the office in which you were recorded

   you were

   muttering to a high up, angry satellite

it's mind and yours -

   Make no sound except

A cluster of legs accelerated into

   numbers heated by bodies of banter in

   the lunchtime work-out, fitness,

ready for the quick stamp panic attack,

of early get/out.

   Followed, we were armed for both system and escalator,

descending further

as we cross a trackless plain

   directed by camera.

A million rush past every minute but never shout -

   we never will.

      This is our only record.