In the Soup...

Once we realize enough dividing makes connection—

That, in a “Split-Pea Soup,” every 'pea' is 'the Pea'—

Then our own words, like webs, start popping loose from corners

And wrap-rolling into tight balls:

                 I-corner—

                                    —You-corner

         {Crumple-crumple}

                      We.

                                                                                 “I want to kill you,”

                      equals “...wish that I would die,”

          means “...just want to start fresh

                                 and open wide like evening sky.”

                                                                                            “You're a bad person,”

                      equals “...I know that inner feeling,”

          means “...I'm running from a piece in

                                 me that I'd feel shame revealing.”

                                                                                “They're a bunch of fools,”

                      equals “I don't know how to merge us,”

          means “I sense that we're the same at

                                 roots but I'm stuck here at the surface.”

Once we realize enough dividing makes connection—

Everything we covet or judge the most is our reflection.