weathering the stormbooks and pens and thoughts
inventions which never come to fruition
yet they inspire the atrophied cerebellum to pupate.
empathize with humanity
you are a string
there are so many others
all strings
all different
they criss and cross
and run parallel
they intertwine and braid
yet two objects may never inhabit
one place in one time
all strings
all the same
solitary paths
every one alone together
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