Do you know where there is?
It is different from here.
Somehow.
Running in the egg and spoon race
From Monday to Friday,
Mind you don’t trip over yourself.
Between the seen and the unseen,
I stake my mind.
On a whim.
In the zoo, man and animal
Stare at one another,
Uncomprehending.
Metaphors for each other.
Smearing their hands with animal blood,
The first artists set to work.
Count me in.
Count me out.
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