Sometimes I feel we are all in the process
Of absorbing one another somehow
Through touch and glance and words
Trying to metabolize one another's souls
As at a great banquet or meager table
We keep turning things into nothing
Raging between joy and despair
Forgetting the stranger who sits
Between us we met on the way
But why does he keep ordering another loaf
And another bottle of wine
How can he just sit there
Glowing with peace and contentment
Acting as if everything was fine
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