Nobody’s Related Here

Nobody’s related here

to anybody else.
Well, biologically we may
have clambered off
concatenations of some
ever-burgeoning
collective self, but once each

small inimitable singularity
jumps from that shelf –
well, here we are in tandem
only from the random
chance of bumping
into one another. Something
kindred – brother, mother,

lover – seems to hover –
maybe filter through: perhaps
an atavistic yearning to find
someone who can contrast
concepts of a “me”
with notions of a “you.”.
Expect complexities galore

when there are three –
which seems to happen
all too frequently.
God help us (which he never
does) if we should have to
deal with more. Welcome,
dears, to History.







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