I see you not seeing me. Not seeing free me. Not seeing me as being me. Not seeing human-giving -loving-being me.

All you know is what is known. No knowing outside of mine, my, me. No knowing the knowable abnormalities. No knowing the notion of another’s knowledge tree.

All you think you are is everything. Think nothing less than everywhere. Think nothing less than all that’s there. Think nothing less than the endless, edgeless air is fair.

And yet I see, I am a whole me. A wholly found me. A wholly sound, profoundly bound me. A wholly embraced on sacred ground me.

Embraced by the we who believe in thriving. The we will live beyond surviving. The we believe in spite of your lying. The we believe in life worthy of dying.

You will know us when you know more than you’ve ever known. Know us when you know you are nothing more than free. Know us when you know the human-loving-giving-being-we.

Then we, all of we, will know the unknowably sky. We, all of we, will breathe of the ageless sea. We will see what has never been seen.

The people, we.