“That is how I explained myself to the strange impression I had of being odd man out, a kind of intruder.” ―
Albert Camus – The Stranger
Whether the outsider is viewed looking on or appears as insider peering out depends on whose eyes scrutinize who populates the proposition what lies are spread on either side Those of us joined by birth or circumstance into the associates of intrusion we know know how to splice the sacrifice open distinguish intestinal runes fathom where to bore down for the core extricate layers of infernal dust ashen and ink blotted our lexicon prefab poems with word association You there with such high toned observations dancing atoms on the outer circle ruminators of consciousness feel rather the rumbling rhythm of drum cushioned heartbeat of harmonies dare to hold out hands for holding record repetitive refrains join the dots Forgive all arrogance of loners pardon smug content of socializers the mirror speaks false from side to side illusion the perpetual divide
Merging two opposing theme prompts here – from Karin’s Outsider to Paul’s Community
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