shouldn’t walk the street as a person
so unique you can never be shared,
when your out there in the open
but broken, home only a name,
same as alone & unknown.
knock on each door to open:

where each one greets with a groan
the one they didn’t need be cared,
that there’s nowhere left to hide,
that life is unique & then gone
& owns its claim on everyone
alone, it takes along for the ride.
Gift of Tongues