Of its own kind,
solo straining wings capturing clear breeze,
no higher nor lower a concept than self.
only for the absence of others’ love
or the familial genus lost to that which does not fit.
Oh, you’re kind:
iniquity standard bearing
so notable in its absence, so absent in joy.
We are each always one,
Together and joyful, sorrowful and separate,
we are that one, just which we are
and it is enough.