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?
Davetopia 