Suppose

Alan Harris

Suppose that

many who went before

are still here--as us--

and we now go before

all future lives--of us.

Suppose that

one major all-of-us

is being lovingly built

from billions of me's

as they labor or shirk,

create or destroy,

rejoice or agonize.

Suppose that

from separate confusion

where the me is king

all grow toward a fusion

century by millennium

which births a new being,

its cells and organs we.

Suppose that

space is pregnant with us.

All