Another person from a crazy family
has happened into my life.
It is an alert
but also a compassion.
Are we a lock
to work on those hidden agendas?
There is a strong energy connection
but two different stories
searching for overlaps.
How have I been mistakenly cast again,
as if common hurt were common ground?
How do we discover without new damage?
I don’t want to go through all the dramas
as if this were a first time with old wounds
just because you seem so very familiar to me
but appear to be somebody new.
I am already in the same role responses
I already know.
It feels like I am secretly intending
to sand off the sand paper itself
because hidden below the sandpaper’s sand
are karma lotto numbers for a winner.
“Do you have something that needs sanding?
and by the way,
what’s the name of that melody you’re humming?
It’s so familiar”.
[ It’s just on the tip
of my life lessons tongue, damn! ]
“So where were we.
Hi . . . . .
As you were saying . . . . .
You too, that is so coincidental.
You know, it reminds me of the time
when I . . . . .”
[Oh my god,
I’ve embraced an octopus of unconsciousness . . . . .
again! ]
“ Excuse me,
do you know what kind of familial soup
we are in?”
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