connected to the depth
the land I'm in feels alien
but the world I'm in is home
the surface headlines
and culture
skims off me like I'm teflon
I cannot connect
can't get inside
but somewhere else
the oak trees
and the burn
the shadows of deer at night
and foxes and badgers and rabbits
at play in my woods while I'm asleep
connected with the setts and the settlers
much though I try
I feel a soul apart
from those who should be my kin
it's them not me
it's me not them
we're just not meant to click
but somewhere else
the secret quiet
the opening of the hand
of thought
and letting go of everything that is
so that nothing can come in its place
and fill me with emptiness
this is a different
a better
a full
connection
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