it’s strange
the way brain waves
can roll up
onto someone else’s beaches
and still feel at home
like the tide-pool-rejects
were all they’d ever known
like the nervous tics beached on the sand
were once their own
as if we had shared roots
at some point but branched off
i see patterns in you
which i thought were mine alone
geographically isolated, we still situated
ourselves into the same niche
brought thought processes
up from where
they were etched into our bones
perhaps we’re the same species-
mine a shade stranger than yours
but still with similar history
you said i’d been in your head
since that night we tried to talk
i stumbled over my words
and you said you thought better on paper
you said i knew your thought process
but how you phrased it made it
sound like i’d been on your mind
well, you’ve been on mine
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written w20feb2013.
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idiography 