Stretched Thin

Stretch me, across borders

Divisions of church and state

Farmland and industrious city

From the tips of Appalachia

To the Sydney funnel web’s quiet den

Amongst the hottest depths

And the most unimaginable heights

Is a connectedness that has no signal

Registers no bars on our devices

Yet is the reason we can fight

every negative thought

There is no single demon raising hell

But millions of angry thoughts

Trillions of wayward glances

And billions of careless actions dumped

Onto the unsuspecting infinity

I don’t have a cry, I have the silent whisper

Of a kid forced into adulthood

Because the world can wait

Doing good, though

Has no age requirement

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