And I know so many things to be universal
I read somewhere once that we are all related to one another
to the tune of 50th cousins
That you just can’t go back that many generations
That there aren’t enough people left to give anyone their own grandparents
Or something
So intangible
I want to feel the connection between each two men
I believe we are all a woven blanket of fibrous soul
Aptly covered in fibrous meat
I want to believe that we all share more than ancestors, but I will settle for this