More frequently now, come moments

When life wears thin

And through the threadbare tissue

That we call family, community, society

That we call culture, values, mores

I see the loneliness of the living

And, more surely, the loneliness of the dead

Beyond the manufacture and the fabrication

Lies the truth, which some have named beautiful

And some have named despair

Aloneness, all-one-ness, loneliness

Each and all and each and all alone

Entropic by nature,

By nature we are pulled

Magnetic poles, together

Creative by nature, together

Creative, we weave a life, a world

More warp than weft

We darn, patch, repair

But more frequently now, come moments

When life wears thin