we touch brains
and all this means
is that a conglomerate
of facts
and webs
have been spun
into a fiction
that wears us
into something of comfort.
and during the meantime,
we are absorbing the rotted sections
that bruise
the other persons'
parts.
we are no better than
evolution,
the side
that makes us survive
everything
that eventually departs.
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