A chasm in the sun,
like atoms cracked
We disintegrate
free from an uproar of sensory turmoil
A mesh of spoken silence
and clamored action,
Individuality and homogeneity
stitched into the textiles of our nucleus.
Patterns of oneness
infused with a desire for twoness:
Fractions now whole,
the essentia of life
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