them
faces of times past
faces of the present
spoken and never seen
seen and never spoken
tiny organic satellites
of flesh and bone
yet drawn together
by an invisible thread
binding them
orbiting them
around invisible drugs
wind shapes a desert
smooth, deceptively beautiful
without touch
like the faceless faces
that blow away
like grains of sand
moved by an unseen force
lost and rarely noticed
floating beside one another
but never joining
their threads are not seen
but are unconsciously bound
by the seek for personal gain
but folded and mended uniquely
perceptual distortions only blind
the beauty of humanity
the love you give
the love you get
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