Resonances:
How can it be…
to be lonely when there’s so many of us here?
Sentient beings crowded upon the surfaces
Of inner and outer space.
Standing beside each other,
Yet not heard....
Delicately encountering without choice
the volume of soul echoes that scream out dialogue.
Deaf ears deny suffering,
Hearts open like magnolia petals to reveal a scent like sound.
Don’t tell me you can’t feel me,
Or hear my truth. Shut down.
The voice shout-whispered it's hauntings
To be decoded….
Not by ear canals, but something beyond silent.
An emotional resonance of brutal acts.
It asks me, how can you deny what is truth?
Simply because it’s not pretty,
Slots in neatly,
Square peg to round hole.
Riddles of confusion, koans for the spirit voyage,
Keys to remembrance of reptilian brain responses.
Will you touch them kindly,
Or with pharmaceutical shut down hostility?
Labotamise my ancestor’s memory alive in me?
Singing the land-wounds,
Through body.
Held stiff and rigid with side effects…
Reliefs straight jacket of suppression,
Cos it’s too hard basket
Deep and feeling.
Just like what I hear.
Maybe we do have something in common?
We hope to exist through our messages,
To be translated when they wash ashore….
Upon lands… alien, and unbidden.
Disembodied and difficult, language,
Free floating yet trapped.
And you wonder that we shout?
How else can we seek freedom?
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