Four Degrees of Separation

Screaming/Splits
The harmony of deeper thinking,
And rational thought.
What good is reason,
In an unreasonable world,
Where we cannot ration our crops,
Or stop the flow of red ink
Meant for veins and not
Pavement [art].

Voices bounce off the memory,
That the fallen have forgotten,
Which the survivors praise
As their own forms of salvation.
Divisions — are — made,
To secure the possibility of future conflict.
Thus, modern security shows itself anew,
Inflicting trains of thought to think inside the box.

[God] becomes less of a creator, and is instead created, by the same perceptions that separate ourselves from inner unity.

Separation of each other gives distinct identities with numerous heartbeats while such beings should beat as one. Ears are blocked and feelings numbed by individual minds, making us question the intention of others. So we silence them and feel the thumping no longer. It grows quiet in these moments....whispers are barely heard in the depths which long to scream: “We are each other’s echo”

But such words are unheard. (Among the sea of voices).