the sheer thought of its scale defeats me
not of its weight but of its edges so deep
A drop knows not of ocean but of riptide wake
the aura links all that dance
in concert
hand in hand we circle the hearth
gravity bound; blindly observed
to be super is to be one of many
A thought less realized by those opaque
A thought smoothed out by fog and haze
i wish i could be one
simpler that way
how could i feel alone with so many of me
[kiem]