we are related on intimate chains
there are no strangers here
one cannot say i do not know you
names are nothing but tags
on goods that know how they are made
and displayed and
eventually sold
nothing remains here unshaken
to each his pleasures and
pains
those that pretend they are staying
had already been discarded by
fate, and those who voluntarily take the journey
as expected
are handled smoothly by their
destinies
delivered to the gates of their dreams
and sleep there
for a while
we are what we are
bodies with souls
minds that always speak
and can never be restrained
by our faiths
we have grasses and fires for metaphors
goats and pigeons
the sky above us
the layers of rocks below us
we face walls and curtains
we did the dance and we have sung so well
we were in the same house
this heaven and hell
this self and others

now why do you tell me
that you are alone?

RIC S. BASTASA

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