Sunday, September 27, 2020

Forgiving the Original

There's everything outside of myself  
(The universe)
And myself 
(The universe),
And a dance

To express oneself
To the other,
To express, that is,
The other
As oneself

So to sense in the other 
Oneself, as the wholly foreign characters
In the completely unbelievable play
Pull out the soul of what you are 
In catharsis and tears.

It was me and her,
Her with her letter,
A she I never met
Except in the letter,
That changed me and her.

I became
What I am
Or was destined to be,
To dance 
With a ghost.

It was all 
I wanted to do,
And her, 
Far away, 
Not watching.