Here we are again
I wonder
When will the spinning end?
Falling
Steps behind with each we take
Or maybe
We are stumbling awake
Calling
After the quiet place
A space
Which everyone has need
And each
Has the power to create

But
How can we
In effort, globally
Come to the silence that we need?
To hear
Ourselves
Each one
Another
As one
And each other

To pause
To listen
Transmute
Our visions
From nightmares
Back to dreams
And collective
Sight on peace

Turn to the clock
Time is short
And running out
Not for fear
But motivation
Do we gaze up
At the hand
To find
Our place
In time and space
And understand

What then
Will we choose
To leave behind
But not to lose
As the story
Moment-to-moment
Is transcribed
In our genes
Every thought
Every feeling
Leaves a mark
On history

Poetry

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