We are a web of common causes
Conjoined in mystery
Inconsequential another
Similar anomalies
We are figures upon a background
Are convex and concave
Lightness morphing into darkness
Before shading into gray
We are insular, we are lonesome
Entrapped in space and time
Until bonded with another
And another, intertwined
The continuance of the species
Recurrence of a theme
Undulating waves of motion
Into ceaseless living stream
We are brothers, and we are sisters
Twigs of a family tree
We are piccolo, and cello
Concerted in symphony
'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley
01/08/2013
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