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We appear disconnected by measure,
by groups that don’t mingle,
places that only border,
things that fool you into value,
people who wear masks
to judge in hiding,
as they repeat the motions
to keep the flow
of predetermined scheme.

I celebrate our veiled similarities,
calmly, pleasingly, real,
with creativity calling imagination,
chemicals igniting reaction,
for inescapable attraction,
connecting soul to soul,
like soothing beats reiterating in song,
opening my mind and heart to see
that we may be more than what we seem…