feverish outside the antique shop at bazar drenched to the bones
he waits watching people who pass him by this world a market place everyone busy involved caught in a rat race ..
people busy conspiring to grab another mans space no time for love pretentious platitudes no grace ..ugly rotten dream of wealth self glory they chase..
the phony husband thinking of his mistress in his wifes embrace humanity a dichotomous mask of deceit conceit on every face
lost illusions lost hope god and man have parted ways
man now is bound to his caste his religion his race
jesus at the antique shop a lost moment on display
