Sublimity

This is not a contest to gauge or mark the depths of one's sublimity

I've never been that way

Needing to compete

Enlightenment as a conquest

A rush race to beat the one before

You have yours and I, mine

I don't define you

by how you're not me

Nor do I confine you to the company of my mind alone

Scatter, go!

take back with you what you will know

Bring back to share

Perhaps to build

to grow

A new sublime

born of time 

and the golden trumpeted age that was us;

in the same way you never liked to rush

let time patina our love

and in palladium ages

their ensuing strategies may be 

to hang the walls with vignettes of

you and me

but knowing what I know

they will only compare.