Who is this adjacent to my spirit Whilst many around me mock? I am in a parallelogram Skewed by sentient sentences Which are aligned to my knowledge And experience. I am looking towards the future With stiffening grip. I write of what I can from memory. I have seen many of these signs before, Lived through many similar cycles And learned to differentiate. I have met everyone before, So their voices sound familiar, Only their faces differ. Life is an inter-generational experience. Locked in, everyone is orbital, At sometime, somewhere. Everyone is adjacent. The great trial of life Is to make and maintain connection. ©2019 Christopher Thompson All rights reserved. From the forthcoming collection "Chrysotilian Extractions".