Connection Myth

About my confusion —
Indecision and predicament

About this sense of drag
Of being dragged
From this here that I feel

By the commitments of the day
Away from this resting, unmoving quiet
Like a flower plucked from the stem
Its petals picked apart, blown in the wind
And all return to the stem
Tired and withered — at day’s end
And the same — the next day

Maybe that is not so
Maybe the flower does not get plucked
Only feels itself so

What would you say about this feel
You who no longer feel
No longer confused, unsure, undecided
No longer waiting to go
Expected —
No longer

But time for you
Is the same
As time for me

It is withering you
As it is — withering me
What then
Has changed — in both of us
Still affected by time

Is it not only that I care —
And you do not
You no longer care about time —
I do
You no longer have that which cares — about being changed, moved, buried or burned
And here, there still is —

The body — changes
Yours and mine just the same
By the sun, winds and fire

That is — only the outer change
Slower or faster
But what really — sets us apart
I cannot touch it, cannot see it
This — that I know — is in me
And I see it not in you

But how could I see in you
What I do not see in me
All I can touch, can see
Is your form
And you no longer see, nor touch mine

What then, did I see and touch — in you
Or you — in me
What then do I not see — in you
If I do not see that same — in me —
How can I say
That you do not know that in you now
As I know that — in me

What has changed — between you and me
What is it that I — have retained — or lost —
What have you kept and lost

If there is no answer I can find
The question must — then be
False

Must it not be that — you have not lost — nor have I retained
Must it not be that
Neither you nor I
Were there — in the first place
Real and true

All that has changed is —
On the display of my mind
New days appear — with new scenes
With me — without you there
And you can never know
What those scenes and days
Contain —

On the display of yours
New days appear — with new scenes
With you — without me there
And I can never know
What those scenes and days
Contain

But is that not how
It was, exactly —
Even when you sat before me

Only that then
The scenes in our displays
Contained scenes of one another

The rest —
You could never see mine
I could never see yours
Just as it is — now

What if — you have moved on
If I have moved on

Even before
We were only companions — for but, a fleeting breath
And I do not know of those near me
What scenes — their displays show
Nor do they see, what shows in mine

Are we not —
Even appearing as living — to one another
As much dead — to one another
As you are — to me

Could it be —
That it is not you — who has died
But it is I that has died for you

If so —
What becomes of all those here
How can I say —
That they are alive — to me — any more than you are
Or I to them — any less dead — than I am to you