Poem: I am not the same as you

I am not the same as you

I am not the same as you.
I don’t have the same rhythm,
The same tempest,
The same dreams. 

I am not the same as you.
I can’t fathom the thud of your tempo,
I can’t comprehend
what your words mean.

Woah there, dervish.
Whirl there and floor me
With your sound,
With your mania.

Encircle my neck, noose.
Ensnare me, entrap me,
Let me loose,
To seize and renew me.

Refresh me.
Console me.
Control me.
Detest me.

So few are we,
or you, us, or them:
Glorious are you
Hidden in your artificial spot lit splendour.
Awed am I
Into my dark anonymous territory rendered.

Craned neck and coiled arms,
Reaching out from you to me, to us and back.
Fluid and gripping,
attentions held and tensions dripping
from the tips of our fingers.

I am not the same as you.
You are not the same as me.


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