Shouting at the Top of My Mind

Nothing is whole without the other
To compare, to interact
But interaction elicits change
So now it’s not the same
Not the other, yet never itself again
Once touched, always new
Each eye refines interpretation
Each ear hears a different song
Each voice a new pulsation
Each touch a new sensation
Each rhyme a new poiesis
Composed of interactions
Like prosimetrum, text and song
Nothing grows without change
Nothing is whole without the other
I want to grow; I want the other
I’m shouting at the top of my mind!

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