The Other

i have long known
that without the other
there is no us,

the familiarity begins
words bind us
the us becomes the i
the i recognizes
the better we

and so the song begins
to sing upon itself
the song of life

the dirge fades out
like a rocket at night
flickering
dissolving in such
vast space

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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