I march on daily
Stubbornly refusing to yield
A rebel parade of one
Squirming, worming
Through everyone’s kind streets that flow
Like capillaries between conjoined twins
Connecting me to each of them
Even though my heart beats out of time
Unable to match their rhythm
I still cannot fathom how everyone
And everything can be
So good
While I am still
So misplaced
All at the same time
.
June 29, 2025; afternoon
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