The unbearable lightness of being. 
~Milan Kundera 

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

fragile,
still-forming strata
shifted into the fray 
disconnected as sedimentary,
sandy-fragments of unsourced potential.

algorithmic alternatives 

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
crying ‘enough’.

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
outliers, live

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🕊