space is where all the good stuff is happening
i saw a man
a very fat man
in a shining suit
a very fat man
i admired him
as he pushed on
through the pouring rain
on his fragile bike
and our son plays and falls of a cliff
and dies and we think about self
and what if it changes
and we talk of mirror and skin –
the confusion we are in.
it is possible for two poeple
to feel connected
and for both to be wrong.
each connected to a projection into the other,
stumps of bridges misplanned,
lost in water, half ways.
…
{simultaneous, mutual feeling of connectedness does not mean anything.}