Separation
Creator
Of eight billion Universes
Colliding
On a sphere of stone.
Some walls cave in
Revealing a window of glass.
A mirror
From certain angles
Creates the illusion
Of a unity.
Unity
A misprescribed drug.
When the same note is sung
From a choir of eight billion
The song does not change
It only gets louder.
A monotonous chant
With no harmony.
Harmony
Solution to
The problem of
a truly free-willed world.
The truths of separation
And the lies of unity
Present a difficulty
On the way to being free.
To truly understand the price
Of individuality
A Life in Poems 