He discovers a new word, sitting silently
Contemplating a computer’s binary blunder,
Dictated by the same force which savagely
Ransacks the weaver’s nest in a throw of thunder.
He runs through rain to rescue the remainder
Of a whole world tightly woven, closely spun.
The word he finds, floating, is ‘sonder’:
The realization, which can truly stun,
That every passerby lives a life as passionate,
Complex and vivid as you – an epic story;
A series of events, perhaps deliberate;
A baseness to equal your own, and a glory;
An entire existence in which you might show but once:
An extra sipping coffee, a shadow in the dusklight’s dance.