You are standing on higher ground, having ideas.
By any means I would try to climb up to you, but there is no safe step that I can see.
When I try to talk to you, I need to get very loud, but even then it is very hard for you to hear me.
If someone would see us from th distance, he would not notice the little difference in height as much as the big gap that opens up between you and me.
I wish there to be no more gap, but closeness.
I wish there to be no more high or low, but sameness.
I wish there to be no ground, no platform, no you and me, but nothingness and everything.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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