Maybe we’re collections of everyone else,
Absorbing one person to the next,
Energies collide, they fight or they twist,
Push apart like a magnet paralleled,
Or, intertwining together,
Some loose and lose interest,
Some bind together on a counter pointing level,
Now a speck of them becomes the other,
Not alike to it, but its equal,
In every way.
Without as much as a flick of a wrist,
We’re on the next,
Like a vulture tasting meals.