I am We are One.

I am We are One

To wright a mass of words you have to think,
to write a mess of words, uncanny rhyming.
The art of writing quite a profound learning.
No. Poems are so much more.

To halve oneself and live, are whole, are they?
And half again the cuts you leave no being
intact. The pieces clamor for much stitching.
And not. Are we then so much less?

To err and fault, the result of thine thoughts.
Inherent blame of mine, is this the passing?
Or schisms claim the penance of the failing?
Never. We are so much equal.