Again and Again

I am raw,

ragged,

unsightly,

rough.

It’s all too real.

Consumption from the things that blind me;

uninterrupted from the way I feel.

Dynamic panic.

Contracting enough to let breath in.

Too shallow to swim.

There are always wars to win.

Lights to dim.

Kin against kin—

when all voices are silenced,

by climate or violence,

the planet

still spins.

Given all the chances,

we would do it again,

and again,

and

again.


2/24/2022


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