Is the diagnosis that we all speak a unique language despite a common vocabulary?
or maybe we have chosen not to hear
We are all Brothers and Sisters from the universal mother
not birthed as enemies
simply baggage handlers
choosers of disparate words
slaves to measuring others
But is it to enlarge boundaries or perpetually be on a red alert mission of counterfeit comfort?
I refuse to accept your toxic folly
You deny my approach
I’m no oracle and neither are you but Enlightenment isn’t insufferable
So which direction nourishes? Which stunts?
Choose amity, or remain safe but decaying inside.