poetry in movement

When was life ever truly ours? When are we ever what we are? Life is never truly ours - it always belongs to the others. Life is no one's - we all are life - the others that we all are. When I am - I am another. My acts are more mine when they are the acts of others. I must leave myself, search for myself - in the others - the others that don’t exist


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