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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required why … why am I here? your customs are so strange to me - so … foreign, and bizarre I see your eyes they follow me about my life of following you and yours … I know you know I’m learning, absorbing - basics of your language dance upon my timid tongue but with odd steps with twists and torpid tumbles … I hear your laughs when my back is fortuitously turned and I understand more than I speak - enough to know the jabs … are not kind … enough to know I’m as peculiar to you as you and yours are to me and yet … I must concede I have not ever beheld such eyes - the burnish of your irises is so dark that they appear entirely black soft-melting within your pupils and I find myself transfixed - dreaming to plunge their abyssal ink losing my thoughts there like the dark mist of the mountains … and the sacred sweep of your mouth - your upper lip’s scalloped crimp and the gentle-but-plump curves below create an exquisite shape that surely was meant for only the most divine of seraphim … how can we be so different - so wholly at odds and yet still be so compelling? is it our contrary nature - our attraction to the strange for the sake of its strangeness only? is it our urge to want the things we know we can never have? or is a blossom always quite perfect, no matter what tree it adorns? oh, why am I here? there is a purpose in everything and reason your people found me … in Aokigahara dangling from a hemlock tree and babbling nonsense at the moon … I have no memory before no sense of who I am or where I came from I … am alien as you are alien to me but you are alien consummation - a faultless oddity an anomaly, sublime and the one perfect blossom I will learn … to love. ~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~ ( photographic art borrowed copyright-free and filtered by the author from public domain files at FreePik / Picasa )
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