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The Other
Sometimes
We find ourselves
Lodged in
The… Other
Plumb up in the middle of it,
Deep in the shit.
And there is an
Odd
Assortment
Of
Otherness… There
I once met a prophet named George
Possibly
Hooked on base
His face
Was the physiognomy
Of a Shining One,
Like those people who will come out of nowhere
And know things about you.
Some say there are angels among us
Some have asked:
What if God was one of us.
He spoke in monarch
Butterflies,
Eyes like skies comprised of photonic spies.
We had many conversations.
One day he said he heard a song in the air:
Pablo Pablo
Whatchya gonna do Whatchya gonna do
When they come for you
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