Connected
I must be aberrant
i see you and you and you
humans
and viscerally I love you
down deep without knowing you
automatically from instinct
from the earliest racial Memory
when we climbed out of the ooze
but too often
you don't love me back
suspicion
self absorption
ennui
hostility
the stuff of War
and back into the anonymous ooze
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