At the end of the length of my arm
Lies the whole world.
Ringing, alarming, notifying
The end of the length of my arm brings me
The end of the length of my arm takes me
At the end of the length of my arm,
Also my hand.
Made out of myself
That I need for
And making news
For eons, the end of the length of our arms
The whole world
To choose to unite
The only challenge
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