Alone, and not Alone

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I know the sound of your heart
a Conditioned condition
It beats to the ping that you hear when a text
comes.
Bumps,
all over my skin make me wish
You were here.

isn’t that odd?

I, the fodder of the world
I understand nothing of the earth
Except the simpler bits
and the fact that I wish
you were here

I, the fodder of the world
I understand nothing of the earth
That we are not as important as preached
but important, we’re not as different as preached
and we are not alone.

We have never really been.