I
am
here,
far
on
the
left.
You
are
there,
far
on
the
right.
He
is
mid-
way
over
there.
She
is
sad
and
can
not
rest.
I
suck
at
saying
what
I
feel.
You
don’t
care
if
your
words
hurt.
He
sees
only
his
own
pain.
She
is
vain;
she
sneers
at
us.
We
poles
are
cones;
we’re
void
in-
side.
We
don’t
take
in
any-
one
else.
If
we
took
in
the
other
sides,
we’d
be
full
and
all
as
one.
We’d be united, glad, at rest, caring, tactful, empathetic, loving of self and everyone.