fledgist | a piece of the continent

though may claim it there is no essence
within our hearts to make us what we are
each one of us a separate inflorescence

indicia of difference sometimes jar
but still we seek each other for support
on journeys that will lead us very far

we will orate we'll let ourselves exhort
to greater effort to remain distinct
and in so doing sell ourselves quite short

the nature that we claim contains no tinct
to mark us off into a host of kinds
our skins can all in the same way be pinked

they're no more than differently-coloured rinds
but what's inside is that which we all share
hearts calling out to hearts and minds to minds

the races we compete in are not fair
but victory's not as futile as it seems
we all breathe in and out the common air

the signals that we see appear in dreams
tell us that we know something of ourselves
the makers and consumers of all memes