The only weird thing is
the way you motionless stream invisibly out
of the things that make you visibly up, and
the moves and noise you do, the surface interiors
and interior surfaces, always tumbling through
into view, only glimpsed and imagined, only
implied, inferred, connotation agreed and denied
in a silent melange of unspoken regard. The only
weird thing is
you don't know how odd.
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