The Same Sky

Just a quick little "doodle collage" as I was thinking more about translation, how to smooth out language in a way that doesn't impose idiom, meaning, or meaninglessness onto a poem, how to intuit the poet's intent from half a world away...

Do any of us speak the same language?




Do we even understand ourselves?

Is the surreal more real than real?

Do we live beneath the same sky?

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texture of paper
the way it isn't so much
sky

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speed of light
more solid than
sky looks

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the blue
of sorts
sky
frayed
a little
around the
perhaps a
soul