finding the way

He sleeps in construction scaffoldings
(irony of artist’s work)
to experience authentic outdoors
edge of the sea
ribbons of colors
dreaming innocence.

“Do you want to know
something funny? Yes.
I don’t remember your name.
That’s funny.”
seem ordinary and irrelevant
unravelling images of inclusion.

Life is happening
in the gutter, in a palace,
and in not obvious places
to understand the other
learn the way of seeing
“moving beyond the mind.”

note: I’m currently reading The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner, The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, and Enduring Grace by Carol Lee Flinders.

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