UNIQUE
Me, me, me, me-ow,
You, you.you..you-nique.
You are unique,
like every cat,
like every blade of grass,
ala Whitman,
ala Kierkegaard.
You are unique,
but the world .
slowly, slyly,
has ensconced you
with pieces
to make you
more like them
Fragmented now
but not alone;
integers of Isness
await the wedding
to bring you back
to oneness.
Jim Hietter
April 15, 2012
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