Cassius / United States
“There is no one here to meet.
At first, I thought there was
A name, a face, a tongue, a body
Some skin and maybe a scent
But the more I looked the more it went
Left, and lefter, and up and up
And I followed the feeling
Hoping to give it a name, but It ran away
Everytime and got bigger each time I tried to name it
Eventually I gave up. And I gave up trying to know everything about it, to name it.
Because I could never catch it once it took off. It’s stride got wider and wider.
My attempts were futile.
I stopped trying to capture it
And then it became my friend.
Surrounding me, consuming me.
I looked inside of me and found only a feeling.
There is no one here to meet.”