Moving creatures jostling, wriggling
Infused with me
Injected with Serum of Me
And left to grow frantic.
Deconstruct me.
Decentralize me.
Don't leave me tangled in me
Forced to breathe the odor of me
Sweet, fearful stench.
Unfold me.
Instead, I want to carry
The power of small things:
One word, one grain, one note, one drop, one thread
At ease with days of no resolve.
Show me.
I am a beloved stranger.
Strangers learn by imitation
Strangers smile at approximation
They know this is not their country.
1 comment:
i feel you.
k
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