in the fissures of modality
anger and peace
love and hatred
battle in vain
for parameters connect unduly victims
some sprayed with agent Orange
lying in cobbled alleyways
drifting into sleep
as blood
curiously
wanders
into wonderment
that of the passive unknown
that chasm of philosophical debate
hanging understandably in the tops
of mountain peaks
imagined,
pictured,
and touched
so as we bleed
we feel
and as we feel
we ignore
the impetus of life
letting one another
share in it
like sex
between two
innocent
diverse
hues
of one unending
symmetry
the skin
of tender
green
leaves