What words do they have?
All together now, peering at faces
marked by years and distance

Not as easy as when this proximity
was familiar and desired and
possibilities were abound though insincere

Now left with only the vestiges as aids
to rediscover the urge that led to this
contrived point in time

They must begin again
though some might wonder at
the futility of an unnatural quest

They gather among the grains and I wonder
if to them there is a difference
between others and me

As if I too acknowledge their distinctions
or ascribe more than a single identity,
forgetting the principles of symbiosis

The irregular harmony of the movements
is familiar and important
and what brings us here

And by the end even though
I may fling nothing but air,
they shall come for the spreading

While I, selfish and helpless,
shall continue and not notice
the angry flutter of wings

I knew more
than I know now

No…wait…
I still know as many
but I think of none

I have embraced this familiar ailment
unconsciously even though I remember
how it was before

Without it I was fun and
appealing and wanted in
the midst of all activity and
flamboyant and present always in
the minds of my friends and
full of vigour and life and
desires that I shared and was privy to and
open and honest but
never myself