Whether you're alone we're not about to ask
because I'll wait as long as it takes for you to say it
And then I'll say: you are alone because I'm with you
And if you then say that's only what you are when you're alone
I'll say:
that's exactly when you're with me. All across the world I stand up
from the steppe, by the bare light, in my addicted
body from which I pull the spirit loose till I can brew
the coffee from my bones, and I keep grinding
till you have found me among the dogs. But
do you hear me complain that I'm alone? For I find you
in the answer
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