my heart is a Waldo,
i search for it among the colorful
frivolities of strangers
and the cluttered expanses
of insane environments.
i lose it in outer space
and find it encapsulated
in an airlock,
waiting for the leap of faith
into a busy nothingness.
Child-like, it nestles
amid the battles
of cave-men and dinosaurs,
inflamed with wonder.
And then, rushing down
the Amazon into the
jungle's heart,
microcosm in macrocosm,
it flutters with the bird-
eating insects and drips
with the dewy forest canopy.
But my wish for it
is Waldo World,
to find it lost
in the identical
so that it takes me
months of searching
to discover that really,
there's no picking it out
from it's six billion odd
clones, that even the war
criminal's and the ascetic's
resemble my own...well...
my own everything.
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