...transcending polarity

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~ words mean nothing (everything) to me ~



When did we start competing?
When did we start to care
about life outside ourselves?
Remember when we were young,
we were one, we were us?
We were all we were.
Until there were more, of course.
They carry on much like we did;
I see a lot of us in them,
I see none of us in them.
Being adopted is funny that way.
Why can’t we understand
without judgment? Why does
every event tax the last reserve?
What has happened to us?



~ in transit ~