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Disconnecting the Dots


Ipso Fracto Man
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She

 

scans the speckled ceiling

 

for patterns indicating life

 

faces come, and when they go

 

none are wearing smiles

 

She loves herself

 

hates the world

 

often ponders on the verb "to be"

 

She thinks it might be best to live alone

 

She falls in love with shadows

 

feels the sky and everything that moves

 

and always wondered why she was the only one who could

 

She knows the pain

 

hates to cry

 

She asks herself

 

why is everyone so cold and blind?

 

how they mass like schools of fish

 

illusory protection

 

brightly colored stripes in every color of denial

 

they could swim away to open water and be free

 

She wanders in a universe her own

 

or so it maybe seems

 

 

 

She doesn't end where I begin

 

She tore apart my sovereignty

 

made me understand that I am hungry, cold and blind

 

represents for me the Yin

 

a Force without which I am ill-defined

 

She disagrees

 

She doubts in me

 

managed to elude a reciprocity

 

light devoid of heat like so much fire in a dream

 

of what use is a dream?

 

I found the will to view it philosophically

 

regaining my composure and a measure of my dignity

 

it is to be

 

 

 

She

 

is free

 

and all the dots scatter

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