The unbearable lightness of being.
Silenced was the lay of the outliers
harboured into the cerulean waters.
as white doves scattered,
voiceless in song and home
outside the normative variance,
deemed non-essential aliens
shifted into the fray
disconnected as sedimentary,
sandy-fragments of unsourced potential.
stamped ‘deviant’, their essence
“cut from a different cloth”
how so, one ponders
just ‘experimental errors’?
the outliers of whose experiments?
vagabonds oriented towards cloistered islands,
as bias reserves, water deep, sky blue
until each voice, very small at first, pushes back
bearing the Himalayan ascent
still nascent, who nurtured
these diminutives, readying to sing the lyrics of their own song
symbols evolving exponentially — Turing
algorithmic connections, where the outliers
are no longer afraid, of being afraid
connecting, embracing inherent empathetic instincts
intuitive bonds in a soul-uniting humanity
carte blanche yet quartzite and the white doves soar
above the cerulean waters, together,
across the calm September blue.
~ namasté, Leah🕊
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