we are,
all of us,
just clusters of mutated cells
held together by hope and goo.
ambulatory sausages of sentience
trudging through the universe
en masse; on an arduous journey
over broken sun-baked roads
of cracked asphalt & jagged dreams
striving towards a whisper.
so pick up your neighbor
when they fall and help them along
or don't be surprised when you
return to gooey pavement jam.
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