I saw him in the morn
I was unusually early
He was tall, with a broad frame
had that look one could easily imagine
out of a 2-D description
but all I had in my head was you
it was all about you
He snapped away with his equipment
our wavelengths intervened
sometimes beings resonate in very
unique patterns,
but all I had in my head was you
it lead me back to you
When you say great minds think alike
when you share the same catch phrases
identity, associations, or a cuppa
do you label yourself
a class
with an emission of a collective pride and arrogance?
No - he was not an embodiment
but somehow, it was still about you
Of course
sometimes, I wonder if we've lost it
it feels like we're building blocks
wooden and plastic ones
red, blue, and yellow
as the blocks got stacked higher
as the surface expands
as we take turns to participate
Can I see you again
even when seasons change
ligaments torn, bones broken
skins shed and vessels thicken
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