"I and I" (a poem and a half)

multifoliate gods reflected

coexistant within

shrouded even from our own eyes

outside ourselves

without ourselves

within and passing through you lying there

so scared

wondering whether something's been going wrong

for so long

we've been sleeping every second

we've been stealing every second

ray of sunshine off of

someone out of love

we've been stealing ever second

we've been sleeping every second

bloody sunday

in the rain

but my tattered old umbrella

is no match for the torrential dance

of silver thoughts and memories

raining like stones

and reigning in stone

cold eyes set in hard faces

at once victims and victors

through constant metamorphoses

the human syndrome

a symptom of life

a sign of the times

blessed are we to live in these days

where all things intermingle

arbitrary lines drawn by weak minds

have been but shackles on our wrists and veils upon our eyes

and now they are broken and cast them down

we stand up straight amid this maelstorm of the mundane

we are not bound, nor do we bind

and in this acceptance, this knowledge

liberation from acceptance and knowledge

from false dilemmas and black and white

we rise

we are one and many

boundaries between man and man and woman and woman and god and planet

between mind and mind, body and body, soul and soul

between mind and body and soul

all these things are false

but we are true