Can you dig it?
Here's you and me,
and all the other people we know.
Here's how we interact:
weaving around and through each other.
These are the paths we walk.
Am I coming back around?
You ask.
Sometimes we meet only once,
other times we cross paths
again and again.
Do you see yourself- in the picture?
And do you see me, too?
Do you see also
how the page ends,
and yet-
the lines go on.
So how can we presume to know-
What a world of infinite paper would really hold?
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