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What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?