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"we are an island" he says. the other man smiles and replies "we are indeed." in deed and in word we fool ourselves something can be done and nothing is clear or concise as the transmission of reason and clear thinking are slowly weeded out and the buried separation becomes the standard and everyday practice the drawing in becomes more complete with every downcast eye and mumbled word dead words on both sides and all the in betweens. "where do we stand?" echoes in the empty spaces never to be filled as the divisions continue being defined until everyone is the enemy with the collapsing comes a lust for revenge destroying more, ourselves not the least as we carry out what was screamed for. we forget screaming sounds weak over the rush of air and constant destruction and tears and empty words.