Every
lover I have had
Every
war I have fought
Has
been with the universe
Body
parts like a shell exculpated from culpability
In
the essence is always a flow from a common whole
In
which I am an equal part
Pulsing
fervently numb
That
any voice, hand, or scent
Was
ever a separate being
The
beauty and the pain
Racking
me like four horses of the stars
Yanking
my limbs in light beams
Stretching
my awareness
That
the confluence of each heart’s miscreant deeds
Has
been a river’s current in the moment
Pouring
not away, but shifting atomic clarity
Revolving
in a sphere of what this is
Love
and fear in the balance
Accepting
the arbitrary costumes humanity adorns
To
scarf our suppers and ballyhoo our sidewalk theater
Gene-hopping
blood-trails sniff loins and armpits
Muscles
and waistlines tighten for presentation purposes
Posturing
masks for a common ball
Attended
in the glisten of a droplet
I
have loved you a thousand times
I
have been at war even in the appearance of peace
As
in my imperfection I am incapable of seeing
Where
you end, where I or any other begins
For
I believe that there is no line,
But
the segmentation is beyond us
So
in I love you; I fear you; I am you
All
I want is the compassion I owe myself
To
flow out of me through you and back
In the river of this soul
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