You point
No one looks
In different directions
Nobody cares
Every finger is connected
No one gives a thought
When I die
Few would know
A finger in the dark
Who would see
One so many
Too many to care
Unless perhaps
The light aligns
A finger alit
Renders ten thousand rays
Shadows and flowers
Waltzing eternally
Along my windy
Winding path
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