Perfect Stranger

Thing with whom we have no common ancestor

a parallel line that never intersects with our own

too different perhaps even to have ancestors

coming into existence by some method less messy than sex

foreign to our dilemmas too other to be other

we probe the earth & sky for you

cure for loneliness like nobody we know

Dave Bonta

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Thing with whom we
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