Flowers have eyes, too.
And stones have feelings.
And water has stories to tell
If your pores will listen.
In the densest city
You may stand solitary,
While alone in a field
You’re claustrophobic.
All of which is just to say
You’re just as screwed up
As all the rest of us.
Did you think you weren’t?
Believe me, we all concur.
We’ve had several meetings.
They were about you.
And you weren’t invited.
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