When you have a mind that makes you different it feels un-different. Until faces talk at you and you bend to pick up their fluttering spectrum of voices while matching them to truth. At that point you realize you have a mind that is different again.
We saw the boy in the corner today-
It’s said that he placed a thought
where he might one day come
It’s said the thought he lay in the corner
Was ‘Tell life it can’t.’
And now we see the boy in the corner
with his thought having grown.
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