once I thought this was a big deal

I sing to myself
to ache the fill;
I snort song,
then puff it out my mouth
in little clouds.
I, the immaculate.

once I thought this was all a very big deal,
this emptiness,
this pursuit of sustenance,
but it is not;
it is rather common;
it is you
and I
sharing a thought,
each of us
in neighboring apartments,
sitting with our backs
up against the same wall.