1-man ilk

I am haply
as it turns,
or sadly a one
-man ilk; I have
never met my like. I'm
indifferent to the fact,
in fact. I wouldn't mind

meeting someone like that.
It might be cool!

I don't mean I'm unique
(well, I am - everyone is
there's nothing fucking
special
about unique) but
in the flat intersection
of characteristic aspects,
I must admit

I am curious
in both senses, one of which
is peculiar. And

I expect I haven't
exactly met myself
coming or going. I can't be
entirely sure. It's funny

but I've only just noticed
now? I mean,

it always
seemed perfectly normal
to me.

Why wouldn't I be
like everyone else is
(apparently): nothing alike?

I expect
every one
to be more or less
oneself (their own
one's self, naturally
- not mine!) And
they aren't. Mine,
I mean. They more or less
are their own. Something

entirely strange to get
used to! New. A universe
I've never seen
behind the other's
eyes - and I guess,
mine too.

Funny

I never thought about that.

Point is,
aren't we all?

A spreading, manifold
multifarious ilk
radiating into
such night-identical
points of alienation, nothing

like
each other.
Or any other
other, at that

point.