If China were my eyes,
I open my five star hotel eyes
to face one star walls.
Someone else's sneeze
in another room
is waiting for
this box of Kleenex in my hand.
Throngs of humanity
are in this edifice of first impressions.
Behavioral clues are readily given
with no other assumptions needed
but for now, the backbone
of evidence is ready money.
The foreground is financial seeking,
while the background is
revenue backing
as this dominates
the large and growing
city by city day.
Cultural formalisms around me
would appear to collapse without it.
Everywhere historical references
become anecdotal to my eyes
but to the point of ineffectual.
The people themselves are moving
low key gregarious
as a functional collective.
Government support
is like a stage mother in the wings.
Life caste systems abound
as historical evidence around me.
Transitions seem to be in the works.
My switching careers
or stations in life,
may not ever occur
even by the strongest of intention.
But, with each generation,
one giant step forward occurs,
from one speed bicycles
to digital cell phones
is the recent leap.
I could toil my life,
this life, as my entire life,
right here
and to now
meet up with myself
with these new eyes,
for the first time in passing.
I wouldn’t know what to say
or where this meeting
is going to take me.
It would be in a parallel life
that this meeting would occur.
And meeting in those eyes
my eyes, with these eyes,
we are each
knowing what we know,
what is there to say?
And yet I can feel
that we are essentially
the same soul journey
from deep within,
arising . . .
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