Forest Person
Climbing, swinging, moving through the trees
Swaying about like a breeze
With such ease!
And how you tease!
My forest-floor, flat-featured feet
Confined to padding, padding along the peat
And as our eyes meet...
And as our hearts beat...
Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat.
They echo
They repeat
Divergences through time
that kept our niches discrete
You warmly accept my hand
Yet regard me with chagrin
For I am the pitied creature
oblivious of my sin
The sin of always looking at- but never looking in
Into the eyes of my brother
Into the soul of my kin
In. In. In. In.
Into a being so deep
I cannot discern where homologies end
and conscious thoughts begin...
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