Together all of these ideas meet
Our small memories and attitudes
Combine, each taking a selection
To his own, making absolution
Making nothing absolute, nothing
Uncombined, we are each synthesis
Toss a salad, my mind is crouton
My will is a consensus my memes
Are the roll call of time's expansion
Are my voices through scarred walls we fall
We are each coda, antithesis
Tag an analogy with mad fate's
Invisible ink, cast it aside
Into the snow melting to the sea
Paints beach violently colored thought
Of how bizarre H. Sapiens is