You're the whole field of vision in my
mind's eye, though I know
That I should be concerned with the
broad, with the whole globe,
With the billion souls brittled by
society's rot,
But I only see you twisting yourself in
attempts to tie the knot,
Never considering that someone might be
a branch to your leaves,
and if not, no rope's as beautiful as
even half a tree.
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