Meeting of meeting of minds

I met another "us" today
Another fractured plural
Who told me my God was a God
And sense and time Unreal
That I could heal my broken heart
By looking deeper in
As if I wouldn't kill to have those fragments be real friends
And hold my hand
And live beside me
But I lived it and I know I hold my own hand if I'm lonely
Croon to myself when I'm low

If I am God and God in me, I feel it's true at slant ;
I'm matter same as suns and sons
And all matter was once as one
But beyond that no true believer manifested evidence
'Less manifesting is holdover from last time we did this dance
In different bodies, different space, and we recall that action, but
how oft we fail to read our friends, our minds are blind; that'd be some luck.

All the other "we"s I know believe we contain many
How isolating then to say
"I don't think I am any"
I don't think I am any,
Any more than stones
But many people I know think stones have souls of their own
A life spent looking inwardly
Aware of its own entropy
In tune with its own structure but with nothing extrasensory
Or, like Shinto, gods are
souls just powerful and vast, and every rock has just one part of the great rock souls path
Or even bigger, soul is just one giant all-souled truth
And like I said, if God's just "oneness", sure, you're me and I am you.

My selfness is fictitious
But I think it makes "me" less
And you think that it makes "you" more
And now somehow we're such worse friends.