Separation is the deceiver

Who seems innocent because

After all..things seem different

And bounded and special..

A suggestion otherwise seems

To mug common sense..but that

Nagging lack seems to

Hang on..and we overturn many of

Those separate things..for relief..

The deceiver is elated and celebrates

Each new lease on life..

Lo..the search continues in many

Villages..large and small..for that

Which has never been lost...