Not enough drive, not enough wherewithals for any one person,
To trek all of life’s path just alone without some form of symbiosis,
Mutualism, commensalism, or unabashed parasitism; be it of any type,
It all goes to say that no man is an island unto himself.
But when you assume neither the form of honey bee nor the dandelion,
When you harbour no shelter to any seeker nor seek shelter someplace,
Neither the deer tick that sucks blood, nor the deer that lets blood be sucked,
You have cast off the anchor to set sail to those uncharted waters – the island of recluses...
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