Soul bound we fall,
to a planet of heavenly blues,
browns and greens.
Unfathomable.
Then enter, through that of another.
Welcomed first, in form
by our Mother,
and earth, she sustains us.Part of yet separated,
from our father,
and universe, he contains us.From our first labored breath, tethered
to the smell, pulse, and warmth
of our new maternal heartbeat.Should the ancestors of fate allow.
An inheritance, aquired from severance.
Half she, half he.
As we.
We begin our naked journey.
Clothed with bones, senses and flesh
that isolate as much as they do unite.Our self, to one another.
As rare, unique and apart.
As mysterious, and part
of all art.Talent, privilege, success
And the effects of beauty and disease,
Presented, if, by chance
In an effort to appease.
Yet there is one experience, I find
that no human evades.
We grow old;
We can hope.
We fail; succeed.
Indeed.
We love; detest.
At all varying degrees.But the greatest of human illusions, is this.
An affliction of root cause abyss.
It is that of being,
exiled, eternal.
Alone and unknown.And alone has no home
in the universe of stars.
