We want to be
noble, human to
human, we want
but can’t have
the moon
…an endless tide
pulling sense from the
senseless, we
we…
and that is the word;
“we”
it is not me
you
them
it is we
a wet and rocky ball
of
we
hurtling through a rough emptiness
passing stars
galaxies
we are the essential thing we need
want but can’t have, like
the moon
it is there…just…
there,
but we are in our own way
the thing
that stops us
is us
and we have to recognize
this, know it
deeply;
begin to separate our fact
from
our fiction…as
it is only ever
we
who will win
because me
you
them
are lost, will lose
without
we.