Outside Everything We Know

Lost and found souls
Drifting through the two faces of the city.
In transit,
The east and the west cross paths.
Between the here and the there,
Between the not yet and no more,
Strangers long for intimate islands of dialogue,
Hindered by a loss of translation.
In a world, outside everything we know,
These wanderers gave up a long time ago.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.
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