all men are islands

a unique codification
of language
keeps us private
isolated
remembering language
is not possible
like subatomic
particles
traveling
at light speed
we remember only
the traces
we see where it's been
not where it is

matter explodes
constantly
and continuously
expanding for all time
memory as language
implodes
incessantly
receding into
nothingness

the sanity of communication
and the insanity of
material existence
race away from each other
throughout time
                                                reminding us
                                                with each pulsing
                                                scurrying rush
                                                how wrong you are
                                                    Mr Donne
…all men are islands