Nine Line Parallels (part 9)

We walk past each other

with little contact,

physicality, odor, sense,

yet the eyes,

look inside my soul,

question my reality,

am I here along with you,

How is it possible we lose sight

undeniable tones

(part 9)


Nine Line Parallels (part 5)

We begin to imagine

how this, can we then, what will,

the world becomes a factual

enterprise of disbelief,

hope, a wonder of exceptional


while around the corner

somewhere nearby we corroborate

upon neutral tones

(part 5)