the more I attempt to explain myself
the more alien I feel
translating myself into foreign languages
not knowing if I use the idioms correctly
In my anti-social years
when I talked to no one and sang to myself
conforming to the norm was irrelevant
as was simultaneous translation
Leaving the borders of myself
in search of others
I am drawing maps, recording local customs
hoping that the locals are friendly
An idiosyncratic and non sequitorial examination of the contents of one head.
Monday, February 07, 2005
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