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When one of We
We tend to see
the Them and They
a different way
from One just one, an I alone
free standing in the singles zone.

When we are two
a Me and You
together bound
we float around
In see-through bubbles, wired for sound
We bounce between the Them and They
have many contacts, every day.
We hail the other passing Uses
in their little see-through buses-
we wave and shout-
But don’t get out.

When floating free
A single Me
With no membrane
To take the pain
Of banging into Us and We,
One feels a part of Them and They
Connected in a special way.
I bump against the You and You
We touch each other needing to.
So One gets out