I: Introduction

It's time to start a newer song,
   Though its kind was known before;
To turn away an erstwhile wrong,
   And to trash an empty score.

Time to set value in its place
   At the top with our goodwill,
Alongside patience, measured pace
   Framed in merit's matrix—skill.

I've given up great heights aspired
   To, or maybe never sought.
Right now there's but one thing required,
   Maybe it's my common plot;

I feel a life with others shared
   Is my path to happiness;
Will balance how I am impaired,
   For, approved of, I persist.

Sequestered from a common soul,
   Portraits etched in salt. Alone,
Aware of something less than whole
   While my faulty vision's clone.

We seek the individual
   In mandalic circumscripts,
Communion into integral
   Life-connected personships.

I called upon a desperate wish
   With a corpse's muted shriek.
Others' patience taught me to fish
   When my soul was much too weak.

If I could be someone who gives 
   Of myself with radiance,
With streaming love to feed what lives,
   How could life lack salience?

It's this which plagues us in our time,
   In a mode unfelt before:
Proximity of human minds
   Stretched through holographic doors.