Words arrived when we needed them
to see and say, plea and agree, demanding consistency.
Women sought with their eyes, wide in panorama;
Men relied on touch, sensing these were what feelings felt like.
Fire forged us from animals into sentient shapes.
Sharing knowledge and words, we found each other,
warm and understanding, under what we stand for.
They will hunt for us, they will gather for us, we will dwell
Together. To gather round
the fire, together around the light of desire, gathering aglow,
or rathering not to know what It is
It defines Us, We Are verbs, an assemblage, a clan, we plan,
dream of Time, live in the past.
To bring, to arrive, going and going to go.
To gather, to collect, to pick up, two scoop, too yield, to concede, two agree to a degree, too cull, to sort by inference and deduction,
lighter, an objective gathering.
Just sew, we make something new
pucker up, drawn in to each other, folded over and plaited,
by book and by sea on a fellow ship.
Elementary applications, melting sand transparently, forging steel inherently buried in itself, gleaning with muster,
the speed in which it grows, a group, a gainsay, a mish-mash, an array of We
These and agrees, those oppose those,
Clarity, Consistency and Redundancy
was never so necessary or honored
in collective perspective: soundsthesame “WeareOnelappingoverWearenOnestrongertogetherareWenot”
The power of We
over the One
Is the difference of disbursement over displacement,
laying it out, spread thin, barely enough to go a round and around a gain.
This Time for you. This Time for me. We may or may not agree.
We both name what we see as it is to be true, because we said so.
This is what I’ve gathered so far.
Image By Mervyn Peake Glass Blowers Gathering (1943) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
