Being

We are alive

And it is

a brotherhood of loneliness

no matter what you have

Many sets of eyes

and they all adjust to the darkness differently

some have frames that

give clarity

others wear rosy, misty shades

that blur the blurs even further.

it is lonely

Although you may find

That Person,

the one who seemingly understands

there is that word “almost”

that hangs

over all things

It wedges its way between you

And them

“Almost”

It depletes all similarity

between you

and others.

You and

That Person.

“we were almost the same”

but there remains all the room

for contraries.

Room enough for vast fields,

stretching tirelessly

between Him

Her

Me

You

Oh the Universe

It never grows bored

Placing distances

Between us

Being is simply a forever amen

said quietly

countless separate times

so ungracefully

this solitary continuation.

You’re in it right now

As am I

But your glass

 is cracked

 in different places

I understand your apartness

But I know nothing

Of all its complexities

and all its aspects of you

Because in this perpetual trudging

The brothers shake hands

Never knowing the stories behind the calloused fingers

Or the choices

Hidden in the sad creases and folded features

Some may guess

But never know

as well as the individual knows

Knows sorrowfully

Knows tragically

More in depth

And with more insight

It is possible

To sustain

endure

Our saviours are

The hollow “I know how you feel”

And “I understand”

Resonating echoes

Of shattered spirits

Cling to those

For it is in those hollow caves

That we shelter

From the downpour

Of dread

damnation

oh how it

etches

into

us

The corrosion

The detriment

The piece-by-piece

Incineration

And what ultimately remains:

The sleepy spirit

the sighing soul