in a seemingly real nest of foreigners lays the cuckoo's egg. born from isolation, into a society with peers of title, sadly, nothing more. affiliations concrete, or cement? long ago, lotus root. held together by nothing more than strand. chopped into pieces, big into big pot, small into small. or none. bland soup, thick soup. mix them and they look homogeneous. looks can be deceiving. underneath just a suspension. oil and water. water and oil. fat ass. sunflower and olive. sink, olive. watch sunflower float up to the light as you go down. might ease the pain. you can try to swim up if you want to, tread it awhile if you like. bathe in the warmth. and as they rise, just submerge. into whatever you think is underneath. probably a void. savour it. cause thats all you've got.