Reciprocity So Evenly Uneven

who are you now but a version of who am i we are but question mark bombs that will eventually explode in time when we explode, what will we confess to when the date was fresh, why did we not engrave it lasting memories who am i now but a facsimile of who are you we are but an exclamation point in the middle of nowhere when we explore, what will we actually discover when the nature was ripe, why did we not partake in the healing elements we are now familiar new arrivals in an altered state of never known unknown what was one planet earth revealed is now space age miunderstood we were once champions of unified connection in an ever so perfect neighborhood now we are just objects of desire for the unfiltered appetite of the square root of normalcy's regularity....