that i,
unique,
oblique,
unthesame and so unyou,
will be the monogram
of our united hate,
(we term it discouragement)
overlooking
this fact essential –
that out of all
our seeming difference
lies a thread
undifferent,
woven through this tapestry
that unites,
so familiar,
so akin,
so true –
that we are siblings celestial,
a seed
that can bloom
endless forevers long….
what sense then
this common contention?
