A cycle of fiction

In each simple act

a communal experience lies.

We create the myth of our independence

while riding on the backs of others

whom we decry as parasites.

I forgo the honor of caring

(and with that the burden

of needing to acknowledge

my part).

I am left with the guilt

of knowing that I too am part

of the dirty truth about independence

and its humble impossibility.

It does not matter,

however,

as the deeper truth about our collective selves

is that we are sharing the state of the individual

with one-another

and celebrating it as unique.

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[Amberlight]

. . . more here than meets the eye. Read it 3 times to get the full effect of your words.