It seems that
we’ve come as
far as ever --

a growing
extinction of
the great divide

crowding itself
and suffocating
we’ve come all

this way
who are we to say
that birds do not

fly
into the sun
who are we to judge

how any person
can be in love--
for we,

two souls,
walk this Earth,
hands pressed against

our mouths
to keep us from vomiting
up our demons

keep us from spitting
up.
it’s been too long

and we’ve come too far
to turn back
and march again.