بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

All around the storm are calm swathes of blue/grey sky.
Sunlight, foliage shivers when met with the rocking of a breeze.
All around me are neat professionals, with small earrings and tailored shirts.
Their steps are purposeful, steady. Their words are crisp, delivered.
Even an “um” is spoken like a piano key pressed, resonant and singularly beautiful.
I am chaos.
Ink spilled, then spread by sleeve-edge, washed until it seems gone but discovered days later somewhere it shouldn’t have been able to reach
I’m a dissonance between kindness and confusion
Heat, the jarring jitter of molecules, energy with no direction
I’m an unspoken cry, frenetic savagery, disturbance in the fabrics
How subtle and slick is this orderly fellowship and tidy community
There is no place for the stained and strained except at arms-length
So here I stay, sort of okay, sometimes passably sane, at arms-length
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