Unfinished...

we live under the influence of three...

ourselves

our loves

and the world without...

we struggle to balance the influence... the gravity of all three

eventually coalescing to one from three

or tearing us apart...

born and torn from a singularity, an instant from nothing to something...

torn from us we seek what is missing...

before the struggle ends to know ourselves the struggle begins to seek the missing

we burst forth a quantum plurality from the nothingness of singularity...

lost to us the conformity of the whole we seek...

desire hindered by the chaos of others torn apart...

we flounder & wander among existence, passengers in terminal seeking a way...

lurching forth we discover love is the gravity we all seek...

that binds & tears us apart...

mired in a swamp the waste of which we once knew as one...

reaching out to grab hold of what attracts...

then letting go that which we can't bind...

until the one that seems to be us, we hold & torment in desire 

awake in the afterglow we struggle to become aware, what we are

self aware we become aware of the afterglow, a sea of sentient existence like ourselves...