Selfish Unity

Selfish Unity

My first serious thought of murder…

And somehow, it doesn’t feel…

Wrong.

I heard the ignorant rage.

I heard the childish scorn of one so blind…

What is more torturing, than the torture of the most priceless aspect of ones’ existence?

I hear the stress destroy her,

I feel the helplessness of her situation,

And I know the endless depths of her compassion…

My love for this being surpasses any love that I have ever known.

My blood boils, my soul aches, 

My uselessness reeks.

Only one thing is eminent,

Only one goal constantly frequents my wandering mind,

Endlessly frequenting my wandering mind;

Unity, oneness, rescue,

For the both of us…

1998