Diaspora

the diaspora of our soul
has been terribly confusing.
we are tangled.
intertwined. 
where I end
and you begin
is a mystery to me. 
all I see is light, shimmering
skipping along 
a sea of darkness.
ruddy ruminations
echo from the earth's core.
in silence I see purity.
I am ever seeking more. 
I am ever seeking more.