belonging

the voyage is long,
and marred with both
chaotic beauty
and decorated ugliness

but such is our desire
for belonging, that

we’ll go where we’re told
and carry what we’re handed

just to know

that the others
deem us acceptable:

in opinion,

or appearance,

or whatever other
random criteria

some group of humans

might choose

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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