Knowing One's Difference

there are differences
they begin to show their faces at first in the dark
and then
unable to hold what they have inside their hearts
they exposed themselves in an island of light
they talk and they begin to explain
i am what i am, says the old difference
and it doesn't matter now, says the new one
we come, says all of them
they finally say, we come to tell you
that there are no points of comparison
now, the one with a scar says
you must learn to live alone
thrive and grow and
just be yourself for there is no other
no one
and then one moment he says
'aha! ' and then he jumps and shouts
after that
he is so silent and starts to write.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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