Give in
to show the
wisdom beneath the...
words we scream, the words we breathe;
no conscience is conscious enough to part the seas.
The answers, the questions:
all fall prey to
exuses, we alter
realities that we
barely even know.
Piles of glass
of houses once smashed
by stones...
that we threw first.
The styles of pasts
that we have let pass.
Let us sweep up...
our broken homes.
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