Born in a foreign land not unlike the blues song Born Under a Bad Sign otherwise than being the Other in ethics as first philosophy my experience as the son of immigrants was always without choice born as a foreigner always held at arms length by strangers who define acceptance of others as not domestic born as un-American Yahweh decides my fate as the Wandering Jew born Roman Catholic
Moving moving moving always moving elsewhere never to return home understanding nowhere I return to is home a life without trophy monstrous indeed I turn away as a retreat into myself rejoice becoming the monster I see within mirror the Minotaur of myth abused and disabused of faith in religion I ask the pelican ignorant as a child what direction to fly his reply was cryptic
Lonely within a crowd I struggled to make sense of life under the dome over and over time and again I remain the Other to strangers never to bond for long nothing lasts forever love is fleeting as sand dropping through a glass neck I count the hours I spend with friends and hold my breath ontologically time is being with others thrown into the dangers nobles of past sought out in battle to return home to the motherland
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