otherness

IF the unusual were usual, i would still embrace otherness in some form. I'd slip right out of the mainstream still, and into the murky waters sloping alongside the footpaths.

why would you why must you why do you
where and when and how
why of course, why
and what
does it take
to lay
gentler hands
underneath the layer, of questions.

Homeless/Homeful

i am not an object. you are speaking to me. i have depth. visually its like a cross-section of the edge of Nature that doesn't exist to our eyes. my pores, the whirling beneath, the network of intricacies, real and imaginary, substance and wave, foam or mucous, crashing in, pulling out, pumping, filtering. my essence, my breath, my thoughts afar, near, here... i am hearing you, your words, absorbing into my skin, the world beneath, your thoughts, emotively sensing the taste of your breath. the day setting behind you.

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being homeless/homeful. being full of life. inside. and the sun, outside. the water running through a busy town, built around an old vein. ruptured once. came back to life.
hopeless and hopeful, all at once.

monologue-dialogue.MartinBuber.