James Friedman
We’ve never met
And so long as the principles of reason maintain their course
There is no route through which we will coincide with each-other
Cells separate
Atoms grow close, but never touch
Memories are birthed only to burn
Their ashes lead you down a river that ends
You’ll never see the waterfall
Some people think that the waterfall is all that there is
I suppose we’re no strangers to that
Making due with falling water
The house makes it look so easy
But life is hard
Being is not easy
Those who believe in reincarnation say karma guides rebirth to a form that justly suits you
What are we, reader?
Oh humanity
The pleasures of popcorn and melodies
The disposition of intimacy
An awareness of sincerity
And the platitudes of grace
So too were we suited to separation
And life eternal as strangers
To suffer insomnia and lost love
Isolation more poignant
Than any word could ever portray
We are the only race that knows that death has a name
I wonder
What did we do to deserve that
Some religions say that all life is
Is a means to the end
Some people believe that there is no end
There are those who say that existence is God
A book we continue by writing eternity in relation to itself
Through the lens of a fragment of infinity
All stars burn
Maybe we’re not so different after all