there nothing i can do
and everything i can do
it makes as much sense
as if something could be
like a poem dancing
in space makes sense
we all are interlinked
and separateness is a fib
the disservice i do for you
and you for me
if i save me i redeem you
printed in the same space
if you will grab these lines
like a rope to ascend
you'll meet others like you
headed up
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