On the off chance
If all you see
Is a sea of black and white dots
Then step out from your shelter
And walk through your city

Pay no heed to
Sights, sounds or smell
They diminish and deceive the truth
Consistency robs them of consequence

Instead know your brothers
Know me
I lie each day on your street
Your neighbors are kind
They aid my poverty
But I don’t seek your grace
I only wish to tell my tale

I am your grocer too
Your milkman, your maid
Your office clerk, your guard
I am more than my occupation
Speak to me once
And discover for yourself

I am the stranger on the road
Walking towards you
Mindful of your presence
My thoughts and dreams as vivid as yours

Can you imagine the strength
of our combined urges?