The Canister

achieve existence

moving through corners

eternally battling identity crisis

birthed beautifully within

hyperadaptability and the gift of tongues

come to a sense of unbelonging

fundamental existence and solace within

sanctity and solitude 

are we lonely?

or craving companionship?

surrounded by people and still alone

solace in the sense of unbelonging

a speck of dust on a tiny rock

spinning through space and time

diving into Weltschmerz

become aware of feelings and patterns

time manifests as a remedy

allow ourselves to feel and emote

enveloped and engulfed

diasporical descent

people moving since time immemorial

evidenced by the food we eat and the tongues we speak

nation-states as literal blockades

bordering and fencing humanity

drifting through physical and virtual spaces

constant flux and inertia 

inherent human experiences

privileged minority

atypical scales and perspectives