not sure we
realize, yet
that there’s
no such thing
as different

every person a
a mathematical
of beauty forged
through infinity,
by the same
star breath, with
thoughts, ideas, looks
touches that
spill universes into
every rock, tree, fence
holds us face to face
with reality,
so we can see
in all faces
a golden ratio
and wish

we could see
no such thing,
as different