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The Selection Process
Perpendicular to one another,
The populations
Dispersed
Into the winds of the world,
One after
The
Next, reaching
&
Clutching,
Handing off the dust of us -
And we became
A scene
Of
Beings,
Being in all that we are seeing.
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