'Tis but a dream.

Divide the lines that form our world
and divide those lines
and divide those lines
then divide those
and keep going until there is nothing left
but the thinnest line
opaque to the naked eye.

People are no different than each other.
The person behind the wheel of the Mercedes-Benz
is no different than the homeless person on the park bench.

Unfortunately
there is a line
and it's as visible
as a canyon;
gap between two cliffs
without a bridge.
Perhaps even more so.
Maybe two parallel planets
across from each other.
They must be connected
they can be connect
and only we can do that.
They need a bridge.
We must not build the bridge
rather we must be that bridge.
But that is only the beginning
the bridge will eventually merge the two
and all will be one
as it should.