I got plants and grapes and ghosts,
but what I ain't got is what I need:
stones, dense and solid:
assured.
Though these stones exist not, it's pretty easy
to imagine solidarity in such states of ephermia:
Tangible, real and solid:
unimagined.
Times coming, then, to trade the chemical reactions
for sought/hoped social interactions:
Random, chaotic and anything but solid;
but real.
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