August 7, 2010 | 
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ONE
One is merely a countless none that cannot know each other, with no harm of learning of a sister or a brother.
Although we walk and verse and sing, we only know a silly thing of who we are or what they bring – a chocolate cake or chicken wing.
We see them clearly, we see them not, as anything other than what we’ve got.
The depth of life, a fractal splay, is spiraling forth in it’s own way, revealing not the empathy that spins deformed by entropy.
We think we know just who we are, just as we know them nigh their star, and yet we ponder deep within to find us looking back again.
Confusion finds our own resolve to echo forth the learning of our purpose as it will evolve to hasten us to give our love.
Yet tiny tones remind therein that only God is listenin’, and though we seek to let them in, they know us not or where we’ve been.
And so we push them back again to their on whirling path within, as if we have been peeking in to know them there and at their end.
We focus long on what we feel is in them all and how it’s real, though we cannot break our own seal to lay us out in truth revealed.
So if we cannot tell our tale without corruption or travail of resonance lost in time and veil of fear beneath the tending sail,
Then how can we, who are so lost, give guidance through the holocaust of our own love in disregard, when we find our own discourse so hard.
So we shall see the them we see by jeering personality and slicing gaze to open them to find ourselves a requiem.
Processing forth it lays the day to spell the anguish and dismay of teaching us our fear to say, “We love you ’cause you are this way.”
So let us onward toward the son, which recoils the life the fractal spun, and let us see this thing undone, and love and know that we are one.
E-Sword