Being Not Together
What is the truth may be more true of me hereThan there
The witnesses do witness me more real
In this place than in any room within walls
It is apparent to me that
Such walls do not make us intimate
But they do trap us with their
Tangibilities
When what you here, like about me
Has no physical substance
Within such walls my physical substance
May adversely repel
I like to be here
To be myself without my physical
Boundaries
Without you really seeing
The outward shell of me
Comments (13)
Glad you can appreciate the beauty of not really meeting someong.
as for reading my stuff more than once, just goes to show ya, we are not as easy to understand as we might think we are.
I find it difficult to believe you are at a loss for words;-)
thanks for posting the song......
Joseph Conrad wrote the Heart of Darkness, where he addresses the the dichotomy of race, the loneliness of existence; a kinda of parallel to your blog.
It's 4am here....