One is a Singular Number
I have been everybody,
dead or alive,
as you have been.
How peculiar
that we all appear
without a timeframe
in every place we look?
There is only one of us,
and that one is not human,
though it expresses an idea
of humanity.
The game of this life
we profess to be living,
is a game for one player only.
How strange that so few
will meet themselves,
on any street that they can
and will imagine?
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