Embrace
separation.
It all just
disintegrates
in time.
There’s nothing left to stand on;
all alone,
intertwined.
A constancy
of birth and decay.
An endless dance,
a cosmic carousel.
Supposed to be
opposing polarity;
forced by turns
to spin madly.
Then we burn,
bright,
until we blind the sky;
then supernova,
gone again.
A little piece of us,
in each of us.
Stripped apart,
but never far
from embracing us.
We are
a little bit
of everyone.
HG – 2017
