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Two way mirror

“That is how I explained myself to the strange impression I had of being odd man out, a kind of intruder.” ― Albert Camus – The Stranger

Whether the outsider is viewed looking on
or appears as insider peering out
depends on whose eyes scrutinize
who populates the proposition
what lies are spread on either side

Those of us joined by birth or circumstance
into the associates of intrusion we know
know how to splice the sacrifice open
distinguish intestinal runes
fathom where to bore down for the core
extricate layers of infernal dust
ashen and ink blotted our lexicon
prefab poems with word association

You there with such high toned observations
dancing atoms on the outer circle
ruminaters of consciousness
feel rather the rumbling rhythm of drum
cushioned heartbeat of harmonies
dare to hold out hands for holding
record repetitive refrains
join the dots

Forgive all arrogance of loners
pardon smug content of socializers
the mirror speaks false from side to side
illusion the perpetual divide

Merging two opposing theme prompts here – from Karin’s Outsider to Paul’s Community

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playing with photography @ eljaygee whilst Tell Tale Therapy has a weakness for words

33 thoughts on “Two way mirror

  1. I adore this. It is firstly written in a way that sways delicately whilst balancing on the tightrope of the proposition it tackles. How you wrap it all up is sublime. Of course illusion. Thank You so much for this inclusion to the prompt.

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  2. Those of us joined by birth or circumstance
    into the associates of intrusion we know
    know how to splice the sacrifice open

    One is familiar with relatives but when it comes to outsiders even neighbors are practically strangers. That’s modern living. Very true Laura!

    Hank

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    1. The outsider is often born into a family and finds fellowship on the outside! But no always…
      ““Here, too, I found neither home nor company, nothing but a seat from which to view a stage where strange people played strange parts.”
      ― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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