Stay loyal to our hard brother
And our tender sister
Fearful of our own singularity
We retreat to blood-lines
And to clans and to no one
In particular like the idea
There isn’t room enough
For all of us on this planet
Like the five thousand
Sitting down at evening hungry
And weary for some bread
How those fishes must have tasted
And the long sleep afterwards
In the company of love
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