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  While together, connected and strong, 
    fibres interlinked, hold us together.
But then the construction becomes clear.
While                                              miles
apart                                              ever-
ything                                          passes
bet-                                            ween us
and                                              expires.
The                                        frame must
carry                                       the weight
above                                     and handle
impacts                                      of hands
and                                                   feet,
stubs,                                                and
doors                                               slam
-ming                                               shut.
Still the                                          space
be-                                                tween
yawns                                      to infinity
in both                                     directions
as the                                       structure
must                                            endure.
Desire                                    for connec-
tion                                          consumes
in its                                           absence.

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