Written on October 2008, this is a wordplay about how the world is getting more interconnected and validates the theory of six degrees of separation.
The world is shrinking
From bottom-up
Meshed around
The web is spun now
We are six grips apart
We are six grips apart
Time is reckoning
All are summed up
Can’t go alone now
We’re collective bound
We are six grips apart
We are six grips apart
I am one grip apart from you
Two grips apart from each person that you knew
Six grips apart from everyone else in this world sizing down
So
Need to know someone who knows someone who knows
I feel I´m a bit more than six grips apart from everyone…maybe not in Triond…but far from my friends for sure and I need to know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows… 
It left me thinking…I love a bit tricky poems…they always leave more than impression in my mind…
Inxxu
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