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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