~ the outliers

The unbearable lightness of being. 
~Milan Kundera 

The lay of the outliers was silenced
into the archipelago
these white doves scattered,
voiceless in song and home.
outside the normative variance,
deemed non-essential aliens
so this fragile, still-forming strata
shifted into the fray 
disconnected as sedimentary,
sandy-fragments of unsourced potential.

These algorithmic alternatives 
labeled ‘deviant’, even their essence 
cut from a different cloth, clothed in garments
stamped anomalies of nature or ‘experimental errors’
are the vagabonds on these cloistered islands, bias reserves
until each voice, very small at first, pushes back and says ‘enough’.

And, the Himalayan ascent begins, still nascent
as the diminutives learns the lyrics of their own song
symbols evolving exponentially — these Turing experiments 
creating new algorithmic connections, where the outliers 
are no longer afraid, of being afraid

Connecting, embracing inherent empathetic instincts 
intuitive bonds in a soul-uniting humanity
carte blanche yet quartzite and the white doves soar 
above the cerulean waters, together, 
across the calm September blue. 

~ namasté, Leah J. 🕊

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