mid-air waltz

"she emerged from the thin air

like a feather from the sky

the bird had long returned to its nest

the feather, now,

resting on my palm




when he speaks within a two-way communication

it reminds me about you

was it about creating an image, an idea of how you'd paint

a picture of yourself

or just truly an embodiment of a direct translation

the same plane of a different angle, you said



when he speaks to himself, intrapersonally

it reminds me about myself

how a piece of tile fall onto another, and another

how a drop of dew could cause a ripple

how peculiar could one be expanded



how can we possibly manifest a being with our differences

is this how the posterior and the anterior coagulate?

it is a product of a craftsman, ultimately ——

standards and aesthetic values set aside

though I'd prefer a touch of distinction, or maybe distortion

which was observed in him, designed




she asked if she's weird

that class of a categorical approach

I said no but she was different

less than strange but more than what capitalism creates

that sort of shadow you came across arbitrarily

and of course, I only blurted no"







after writing, left pondered