You want to know my place in seven billion?
You can’t. It’s mine. The only thing that ever truly is
Mine. That’s not meant to sound so bitter.
Sweet is the knowledge that life is shared—
in every way I am, or rather we are, joined
—but I will never, can never, give to you my place
even if I can give to you my hand.
With my hand I will dance you down the street.
We will fill every corner of every room
with our presence, we will be felt
by the fraction of humanity that passes, turns and joins us
and the rest will never know that we were there.
Neither will we know that they were here,
sat in this very seat where I am writing.
For all that I can try to see who they are,
I can’t. That’s theirs. The only thing that ever truly is
Theirs.
About the Creator
Joseph Brennan
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