Incomparable

My voice internal

Coming out of nowhere

My body misplaced

In unfamiliar order

Rolling down the street

Like lost luggage

In a foreign place

The current city switched places

With my well-versed town

Left out there

In the gutter of shame

Rolling down the street

With my recurring thinking

Comparisons without end

Even if it’s much brighter here

And the slightly salty breeze keeps me constant cheerful company

I still miss

Those streets trotted back and forth

On a much wider scope

Not compared to ‘here’

Yet it is ‘here’ where I live

And where there are more real

People

At least that’s how I had time to observe

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August – September 2021

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