The language we speak: proverbs

“a single bracelet does not jingle.”

if force we must apply
we must build our muscles
like putting brick on brick,
we must lift, slide filaments,
hear the rumble.
make a file like in a
thug of war,
pull together
hold firm like handshakes
of those who are friends
forever. there’s one voice
and a single voice. there’s
a stick and its bunch,
an armlet and its band

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