the room was dusty, but not really
It had a sort of
feeling
associated with children,
chalk, and water drops

we composed
each centimeter
of the circle
on the floor.
we sat down in our differences
and in our union.
in the sentences that made us brothers,
and the words that made us more like distant relatives,
cousins;
distant, maybe, but not really.
Brotherhood came in the form of a sphere on the ground
and us talking making up for the dimension
The room was dusty
but not really