You have become more
than the sum of your parts
and I am less than mine.
And so the power has shifted.
And the days are different than they were.
And the ground on which we stood
has crumbled and become uneven
and I am looking up to you
and you have no choice
but to look down on me.
And still we walk.
And still we are together.
And still there is us.
Benchmark poem thanks for that
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