Humanity

Gladly would I sacrifice,

In perpetuity,

Comforts which until this point

Sacred, stayed with me

---

no crap this is crap but

here I am,

I write to

write

Write

WRITE

one black swipe after another

one more mark on humanity

of my humanity

---

Recognize.

You. See. Me.

can I see you?

can my profound blemishes

recognize the stories that read them?

stories cast through eyes

that have witnessed symphonies

utterly unlike mine

and yet so

Human?

---

That word again.

That hopelessly meager expression of

what we are, and

Who

We

Are

together, despite bombs and walls

and ghosts in disagreement

-in perpetuity-

We are

here

We are

Human

---

so on some level, I know you

I see you and

you

see

me

---

silent ash, these words

I don’t pretend they can ignite

in us a realization,

a dawning

of knowledge of

KNOW

ing.

---

my words are dry

but your eyes make them part

of your symphony

---

Harmonies, we need.

Unity.

we complement each other

with our eyes,

linked by visions

of this ink

and so I see you

and You

Know

Me

---

and, bare, these marks remain

Humanity

as I write.