One does not simply come to be.
People we meet, people we leave.
Where we stay, with whom we stay.
These are the things
that come to be.
Me?
I sit here,
in a tree,
looking to see who comes to me.
Up here,
down there,
there is no difference anywhere.
We are here.
We are the same.
Nothing up here.
Nothing down there.
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