in the most distant strangeness,
under the skin and inside it,
More felt and finger-shaped than seen,
like us invisibly.
Connection, collision and collusion,
transfer and transportation,
clarity, dream, drift and dance.
Our mutual paths,
strangers, taken by the swoon of singing.
Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta (1932 - 2010) The Philippines
Source: Meeting Benches
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