soul full

There's only one soul, a dove coos, a rock implies, a leaf blown loose whispers before it dies. None of us are us, they say in chorus. It's all of us or we're all it, but we, we've been. broken. broken off, to become this, and that. and you. so aloof. And I see they're right, right there. Where I'm staring, into a nothing, and everything, it looks white. It looks to be. a place where I'm not me, or I won't always be.