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There is but one road
carries this our world:
the one I'm on
at any time or place.
Paths there may seem to be,
crowding the space
with directions
to infinity.
Beyond agreement, feelings,
we are one:
lifted as the earth is lifted
in unbroken orbit.
The arc is drawn
for each life;
born not of our choice,
to choose, but chosen are.
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