We
If we could take just a moment, for you to be you, for me to be me, to drop the masks we let all others see, would you and me, become we?
Then you and me, becoming we, would only truly begin to see, that now, as we, we’ve grown ever more, you more you, and I more me.
Do you see?
Would you dare?
All permutations of me, inevitably drawn back to you, to we. And all different faces of you, mixed beautifully up in with me, to form we.
Painstakingly penned poeticisms, torn out from the heart of me, freely handed over to you to see, are pitiful weapons against indifference. . .as I now begin to see, that you could never become we, not with me.
Prejudicial society won’t let you see, won’t let it be, won’t set me free.
And so it can never be. You refuse to see, that if you gave me all of you, then you’d have all of me, in return. A fair exchange, eternally cyclical and unending. . .a stronger you, a greater me, the softest blending of the perfect. . .
We.
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