Together, As One

Together,
We are like clockwork;
Rhythmically functioning,
At no more than a fragment
Of complete consistency.

Exclusively,
We are generic,
Eradicated,
Remnants of
intricate anomalies;
Once alluring in the hands
Of their creators,
But now misplaced:
Forgotten,
And disdained.

As one,
We stand together:
Each distinct function,
In perfect sync
With the rest.

In unity,
We are one:
Harmonious,
When in absolute
Coexistence;
Methodical,
When in battle,
And akin
In more ways
Than we realize.

But, we lose not
Our individuality,
For, without it,
We’d be no functioning
Clockwork piece:

Together,
we can fight as one,
Strive as one,
Triumph as one--
But,
As individuals,
We all but
Die alone.