The Collective Organism

How could I not See,
Who had Deafened me?

What has kept me Numb,
What did sour my Taste?

Who did plug my Smell,
How could I not Feel?

Ego is just The Mask,
The Self but an Illusion,

Mordacious in my steps,
I missed the Revelation.

Elation bubbles now,
and will forever more,

discovering I am Naught
but a bit of the Grandiose.

The truth has swelled completely,
it's clear as day's first light:

Humanity is not Many:
for we are kin of Cells.

Each with their own task,
we Are and fleet away.

Persistence we can't find
unless we Leave our place,

as Multitudes have done
and Countless will, again,

to New and Unforeseen:
of us but a small Trace,

as times and times Dictate.
I'm left with but one Hope:

before our very End
that we shall try and Learn

to stop our childish Squabbling,
and grow to make Amend.