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Falling Words
We reach for the sunlight,
as it
leaves us shadows
of the mountains
in the meadows.
We look for
the milkweed,
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The River Speaks
There is a web and it holds us.
Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it.
We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us.
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Ashes
Ashes carried by winds choke me.
Hear the cries as flames rise.
A red sun burns above me.
I can't see the end yet.
The sky is far too hazy.
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A Way Your Spirit Knows
Finding the voice
that is nestled
deep within
is like unfolding
a pair
of shimmering wings
That voice
that has been covered up
hidden away
and muted
to your world -
Sunup
Sky, warming with light &
Loves
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Folding in on Itself
I knew it was bad
when you didn’t even have to say it,
when I saw it in your eyes,
when I knew it in the way you folded your arms
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Too Much, Too Soon
They call us the lost generation,
but how can we be lost when we see everything?
We inherited the ruins,
the sins of the past like notifications,
the echoes of greed carved into policy,
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The Dawn We Bring
With voices like flint against steel,
we strike against the silence,
catching fire – not to burn, but to blaze a path forward.
We are not the dying cinders of something lost,
but the first furious glow of something rising. -
The Nature of Identity Within Society
I don’t know if we’ll ever be whole. Not that we ever were in the past. It has struck me, though, recently, that, while we, or at least I, frequently discuss, and, indeed, logically understand that our rights are not our own an
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A Currency We Haven’t Learned to Spend
I wake up in a world that’s always moving,
a second away from breaking.
I scroll through the noise,and I wonder what happens when the screen goes dark.
