Looking for a constellation

As if shouting out in the words of someone else would make the awaited difference.

As if what an other once expressed would be connected directly to me.

As if the presence of understanding makes explanation irrelevant.

Is it only when you speak of mysteries that you feel attracted to being alone?

As if anyone had the right to question what it is that goes on
under those layers of skin and fat, all the way to the bone.

NO ONE asks these questions for the simple reason of finding out

No one asks THESE questions in order to understand


As if the meaning of all that goes on underneath
was to hold no meaning

As if the lines that connect would get lost on the way from one point
to another

As if there was nothing in between.