Practicing at being human

We are all practicing

At being human,

The breeze's breath

On our face the

Warmth of the sun

On arms the tears

Welled up as we

Gaze into another.

We cannot, do not

Know who we are

We feel this through

Living and feeling and

Finding those close

To our heart,

Distant become close

The forever reaches

Of wandering alive.

We there be another

Way to feel that which

Must be felt. To

Download the truth

Of life and living

The ineffable, but 
No, our lot is to

Know through this

Body with which we

Have been blessed.

So go now, make

Love with the world

And her people and

Her spirits and her

Pain, lover spurned

Gained and lost again

In a heartbreaking

Beat. Go forth and

Become your

True name.