Everything that gets around
must roll
Everything that separates
must pay the groundling’s toll
because it goes both ways
and what will not converge
will never rise
Everything half-round must rock
It’s not about style or pretty talk
maybe the world is flat on one side
why don’t you all move
to that flat high rise
And let us roll
the rest of us roll
Lost will be found
and the gaps made whole
so step back
or put your back
into this roll
what
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