Interselves Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are many who are into themselves.
Or know of those who are into theirselves.
He...himself.
And she,
Herself.
So much so...
There is no interself of selves shared.
Nothing clicking without hesitation.
Or a premeditative contemplation!

In divisions we decide to be kept to 'ourselves'.
In communal subdivisions sprawled and suburban...
We rush to keep locked inside of wooden and/or cement boxes.
There is no interselves connecting.
Only a caring for waste takes place.
Only a sameness unexplored yet assumed...
To keep pace.
To keep up.
To maintain beliefs.
But of what and why?
And for who do we do this?

If no one is in denial...
That God Himself has said...
Placed no other gods before Me!
Then why do we have before ourselves...
So much,
That we no longer can identify who we are?
And why we are and for 'Whom' to be...
Who we are!

There are many who are into themselves.
Or know of those who are into theirselves.
He...himself.
And she,
Herself.
So much so...
There is no interself of selves shared.
Nothing clicking without hesitation.
Or a premeditative contemplation!

In divisions we decide to be kept to 'ourselves'.
In communal subdivisions sprawled and suburban...
We rush to keep locked inside of wooden and/or cement boxes.
There is no interselves connecting.
Only a caring for waste takes place.
Only a sameness unexplored yet assumed...
To keep pace.
To keep up.
To maintain beliefs.
But of what and why?

We have long severed ties of communication.
Long denied that as a right for 'some' others to do!
And why is this done?
I am confused.
Is this done so I can get closer to you?
Is this done so you can get closer to me?
And if we have been doing this to get closer to God...
Why has that not been done?
If houses of God are everywhere for everyone!
But few are providing an interfaith of interselves...
And feeling welcomed.