Years, we have longed for space
To be distant from everyone
To be far away, like the sky and the ocean
That look to each other's face but never meet
Where the world strives to keep its contents
The presence of a warm human became a burden
To one another, save for the silhouette
A new order.
This shadow permits us to be distant
In a world that now strives to be close
Like the whirlpool that makes her turn, and turn
And turn, as if chasing her lost ones
For all to be close in the bliss of the water
Where we look, yet, distant from everyone.
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