Who tries to try genuinely
Without flowers,
Without sweeteners,
Just bare and raw
… just as it is?
Like water
Without coloration?
Like tea without sugar?
Like bone without flesh,
Just bare, dry, and raw?
... do you condemn a
Man for being himself,
For not carrying
Another’s identity?
For not playing,
For not dancing
To another's music?
Do you subscribe to self,
Forgetting others live too?
or enjoy fathomless
Showmanship
at the expense of reality?
Do you know
That what you need from
Others,
Others also need from you?
That one hand, as the saying
Goes, washes
The other, rather than condemn it?
That it's only when legs
Synchronize that a walk
Is possible?
Do you realize that
Flowers die with
The noonday sun,
But that true care is the
Bare bone left
Behind after every
Sumptuous meal?
Do you know that life
Isn’t just a pin
In the head or a football,
But a complex web,
An intricate ensemble
Away from cocoons
And coyoteous arrangements?
Do you…do you know?
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