The Roses of Corrosion

Cut me down
cut me out
I am your target practice
I am
your scapegoat.
I am the frog that you walk on,

but still
I see your goodness,
your truth,
your willingness to learn right,
the redness of roses
on your corroded chains.

Forget me, even forget you,
only remember us!

There is no me, there are only us.
every consciousness is me,
for there is only one
in all eternity.

living is how our memory
keeps afloat, flapping over
where the consciousness
is everlasting.