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Anxiety is a living body, Poised beside us like a shadow. It is the last creature standing, The only beast who loves us Enough to stay.
We are walking beside our ancestors, Their drums roar for us, Their feet stomp at our life. There is power in being robbed & still choosing to dance.
Since the world is round, There is no way to walk away From each other, for even then We are coming back together.
We’ve never had to hate a human To hug another, never had to be fearful To be fond of the hearts beating out to us.
The earth is a magic act; Each second something beautiful On its stage vanishes, As if merely going home.
Lost as we feel, there is no better Compass than compassion. We find ourselves not by being The most seen, but the most seeing.
We wrap our arms around ourselves, as if we can possibly hold the whole of who we are within us—everything that makes us this unearthly speck we are. Perhaps tomorrow cannot wait to be today.
It’s said that ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is this: a vine that sneaks up a tree, killing not by poison, but by blocking out its light.
Union of unwilling martyrs. Death is no equalizer, Death equals nothing, Makes a 0 of a life. That is the machinery of this country.
Who are we, if not What we make of the dark.
