June 22, 2020
Each to one’s own.
Each in one’s own.
In a tower of one’s own build,
One’s own rules, messages, memories filled.
Each running one’s own race
Each one the victor
Each the vanquished
Alone in an imagined crowd, dead.
Life in a vacuum
Held in a palm
I talk, you listen, you talk, I hear
Yet, neither knows the other’s fear.
Fighting for another,
Fighting for self
Art, music, borders, votes
Everything comes, and everything goes.
Your words sound familiar
Yet your ideas queer
Why! do we speak the same tongue?
I hear you loud and clear
As you tell me your dreams
Unfulfilled desires
Our minds intersect briefly
Before contempt dulls the fires.
Alone, in our shell, dead.
