
Uniqueness:
Small, tiny chances
Life's disquiet passages
Sniffing timelessly.
A mellow intruder
prowling about
Rhythmically
time after time
It welcomes itself
somehow.
Something is looking for us
It has the Janus face
of an admirer and accuser
It is an off day for discipline.
We are looking for something
Shining with the Janus face
of Casanova and Cleopatra
It is an off day for debauchery.
Intimate intruder of our privacy
We are usually this or that
Hesitation becomes obnoxious.
We remain who we are
But visitors keep frequenting
windows which never close
visitor with no fixed welcome.

Mellow intruder, snippet of selfhood
Serendipitous gatecrasher of situations
It turns up surreptitiously.
We remain what we are
But we change
and we know it
A new Saturnalia
floods our beings.
Vacation
is taking over
our life.
No matter the working day
Discipline is a footnote
to cheerful entropy.
The intruder has our documents
From each side to any doors
From each side of any crevasses.
Devious range of characters
in and out of us
prowling without us knowing
And certainly
without us allowing.
We don't see any of that
Orgy is the new hidden name
for wholeness
and we call it uniqueness.

