There is yet much to see
within the darkness of a tomb,
so much to discover between two atoms.
An awesome universe of consciousness
separates you and I. Discussion continues;
argument, but not agreement.
Fantastic discoveries, proofs, but no agreement.
Insights, epiphanies, revelations. No agreement.
We, not blind to the crisis, see far 
when we close our eyes, imagine
fine times of generous concession, 
toleration, co-operation. But
if the two wings of a skylark perfectly agree
they are torn apart, shot from the sky.
Who brings them down, is it you or I?