Hand In Hand

The world suggests things are hand in hand
For me they're not
I can see the separation
Identity juxtaposed to identity
Autonomy brushing autonomy
And I know the fool's errand
There is not safety in numbers

When I break down myself
There is even discord
There are even aspects that don't matter
In the synthesis I wonder what does
What is the essence
What is the thread that strings me together
What is responsible for my life

What is this pain of existence
Am I merely strung together to avoid suffering
Is this the cement of my being
When I become ridged in this
Do I atrophy into death
Is life merely a dynamic into absence
What a cosmic joke