until we arrive

when you were a testament,
you made an example of
the fundamental crime of separation.

not separateness, the thing that
allows beauty. but separation, the action
which makes difference
partial enough to step on.

there being no real majority,
no real numbers other than zero
and one - i see as any. for in fact,
i forfeit my own eyes up to extend,
not simplify my vision,
and realize all sides that surround me.
we have manifested in one
infinite way.

there aren't enough titles,
we choose the same few:
lover, sister, child, mother.
we can associate, strictly, with the
single focus we have, the only scale
a scale of interpretted self,
and outside that could identify endlessly
until we became aware of
our same implications.

otherwise, we may move out
onto a watery earth of language,
speeches sending us into the absence,
and drift away
to where we say we mean to