What travels around in me,
\ncomes out as me.
\nA door that permits one set of bones,
\none size nose,
\nand hair the color of brown leaves.
\nIn someone else a window
\npermits one set of eyes
\ntinged with green,
\none great gesture on the sill,
\nand a leap in the air.<\/p>\n
Whatever comes out
\ndetermined by doors,
\nby windows,
\nby cracks in the wall
\nwhere time piled up its stones.
\nI suspect all of us are exactly the same.
\nLike drops of water
\ndraining the same ocean.
\nFalling from the same storm.
\nLike voices with the same ring
\naccept for the whistle,
\nthe guitar,
\nthe thorax of the instrument.<\/p>\n
Everything inside the same
\nso much so,
\nthat every man, woman and child
\nshares the same secret in themselves,
\nthey are the companion of each other.
\nWhich cautions,
\nthat an artist, a sportsman,
\ndictator or redeemer,
\nare what was fashioned
\nby doors and windows,
\nthe cracks inside destiny,
\nbut inside,
\nis me and you and ours.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What travels around in me, comes out as me. A door that permits one set of bones, one size nose, and hair the color of…<\/p>\n