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'illusion of disconnectedness' timothy r gates, 4/15/2008

Illusion of disconnectedness
we purport our claim upon individuality
personhood, we share
gender's DNA, we share
species and kind, we share
name, we share.
(we argue about gender specifics, till someone we love dies)
blood, we share
earth, we share
air, we share
life and death, we share.
Illusion of cessation
we couch in scientific euphemisms,
proposing that we know that what we observe is true
(how many lenses do we wear, can we wear, do we dare admit to changing?)
skepticism, we share
romanticism, we share
unbelief, we share
faith, we share.
(presumption of knowing, easy for us until asked to be honest with a little one)
I may not be you,
you may not be me,
but am I - without you?
hiss in the Garden noised individuality's grandeur,
'I will ascend and be the Most High!'
a morning's stroll, we shared
a morning's smile, we shared
a morning's holding of hands, we shared
a morning's silence, we shared.
monolithic divinity scratches to hold on in this illusion:
delusion's climb alone up the latter,
'I'll do it my way!'
leaves an emphysema's cough,
no one to help hold the mask for success - to breathe.
and G-D said, 'Let us
walk through the mirror.'