I stand tall as a thorn
among them roses
like the flaw in a gem
maybe not perfect
and yet something
valuable to someone
who sees my worth
worthy of notice
as if important
during the scheme
of everything else
so I dream
so I hope
within my oddity
In the scheme of our every-thing, allis included, without choice...
without question...
absent doubt.
To my human eyes, you appear as
any common newsprint...
a tasteful text...
scrimshaw.
So my mind has created a voice...
your voice. But even if you never spoke these words,
you thought them. And it is this which transmits through
above all. Evidence, of the one among billions, or just
a part of the whole...
(Relitivity is so overrated)
But in life,
maybe an oddity...
possibly rare...
a unique...
brother.