We stand upon the seas of time
Made pregnant with ourselves.
Looking down, the reflection
Of faces looking at faces.
We see us,
A unity without contention,
A chain of souls that linked are free.
But cast upon the seas of time,
Our bond dissolved by hubris;
A spreading wave of flesh,
Of faces seeking faces,
We seek ourselves.
Disunity feeding contention,
Half-souls flayed by pain,
Oppressed by thought of passing time.
The conjunction of two makes three;
But three is thrice one not three as one.
How do we find us?
What chance that you are I?
And shall we join together what God has put asunder?
