We’re standing on a road –
We’re standing on a road –
moving away from each other
moving towards
each other
Chasing you
Why are you chasing me?
Because I think you’re my brother. Aren’t you?
Yes, but – but how can that be so? There’s only one road and one direction that it takes.
That feels like an untruth. What you’re implying.
I’m sorry.
No, you aren’t – but I appreciate the gesture. There’s a junction at the end.
(wind)
With anticipation,
Spreading Fire
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