Empathy

Empathy wakes the cursed universal
when we can live only particulate
empathy makes the blessed universal
when we can’t live only particulate

the infinitesimal me longs and belongs
within tiniest imagined orbit
but yet is transported as transparent
to see vast horizons, others like me

where to draw the edge, how to mark the bound,
when we perceive but chaotically,
can we pass back and forth, ourselves reclaim,
when we go out to others, trip as them?

empathy is as passion conundrum,
to lose myself and remain as yet me