Most strangers look like statues | Hakudoshi

Most strangers look like statues…
Others have cracked the stone—
to become surreal flesh-art.
A stony powder surrounds everyone I know.
(The stone of mental walls)
But the ones I love are divinely beating hearts.
Myself a ghostly statue at times.
But the blood is warm. Our bodies beautiful.
Meant to be filled with the most heavenly everything.
The everything that swells and cries open.
The sharp surroundings. The awake ones. The sleeping ones.
The grievers in their morning mess.

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