It makes my head spin
When I feel it
Pulls me into
a vortex
of contemplation
Alien.
I feel alien here.
And it cannot be
Only me
That reaches my hands out
As far into space
As I possibly can.
Unable to accept
This place
Is my only home.
Such a lonely home.
That makes
Aliens out of
Us.
The lovers.
The dreamers.
The peacemakers.
The light-bearers.
Aliens.
Maybe it’s just
One of those days.
6 am this morning
Feels like days ago.
So many things.
And more things.
And also that other thing
Happened.
All of it
Earthly.
Discombobulated.
Unreasonable.
Truth less.
And in this
I declare myself
Alien.
Disconnected.
Contained within a world
That cannot see
Its shadow
That cannot hear its
heartbeat.
That cannot carry
Its own weight.
Alien.
Not from here.
Not bound to these ways
These broken systems
This inhumanity.
Not bound.
Not bound
Not bound.

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