We're all the same

I often feel
a strange sense of independence
as my vision soars high overhead
my body static as I stare at my scalp

My equilibrium flips
and I am aloft, held in a lapse
of proximity and time, awake in a quantum realm
rising high in a merge with color

The most fantastic
thing I notice while I am so wandering
is within the space situated between the bodies
and the blazen sky and myself

That empty air
is thick and large with appetite
and strings stretch from each tip of life
like yarn unraveling off endless spools

In threaded knots
the tendons tie and intertwine
where some are sparse and others knitted deep
in quilted tapestry patterns

And we shrug
our shawled shoulders and habit lives
disregarding the common stitchery makings
of our helpless and hapless world

About we go
in daily approval with distant smirks
an idle experiment of the dissonant type
casting dies to shape and define

In scissored grip
we snip inches off timeless relations
subsequently released of our connections
shot off as cannonballs loosed

This I see
in brief moments of a transitory state
before I am guided back down and into the tunnel
that straightens my runaway senses

I am aware
that we are all the same, and in this sewn fabric
of land, life and love, we've far more in common
than we would like to believe