the unity of all

The unity of man and the unity of all
Magnifies the disconnect of the unity of me.
Walking to that edge and knowing it exists,
The next step is blind and no less guided.
If my part is the sum of my whole
To accelerate my leap would be to subtract infinite moments of clarity.
The learning curve we allow, the mistakes we make, the decisions we embrace;
Echoes of light, shadows of sound and shivers of mist into cavernous solitude,
Rearranging intentions.
Brought to that edge though turning back,
Assured the reprieve merely complicates iterations of self.
Form, eventual space held within,
The sum of the parts, of the whole of the part,
The stop and the start, underscores the unity of it all.