sonder in poetry

this oh-so slender slander
no time for palliatives
no time to pander
no time for parables
no time to meander
the word for the feeling
upon seeing strangers
knowing their internal meaning
is just as rich and complex as yours
that word is called “sonder”
behind every doorwell and wall
there is a rich universe
seas that will rise and mountains that fall
but you’ll never know
you barely have time to consider
there are packages to see
there are places to deliver
the secret behind every forehead and facade
is that inside we’re in some way all the same
so the bastards give you work to keep you busy
lest you upend the ugly profitable game
of divide and conquer
but you must embrace it anyway
you must feel the sonder