Strangers
How is it, that the more we love each other,
the more difficult it gets for us to explain ourselves
and understand each other, as if we still were strangers
never having known each other, and for all our experience
constantly know and understand each other less.
And still, this alien feeling of estrangement from each other
forces us together more and keeps us more legated to each other,
as if, the more our contact and communication grows in truth,
intimacy, intensity and co-dependence, the least lack of our togetherness
feels the more confounding and confusing in upsetting turbulence
as something utmost unacceptable to our existence,
as if the minutest dissonance in our relationship
was more upsetting than the most catastrophic of earthquakes.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 10:12
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