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Senseless...

Though unready for such leaps,

Forced to confront

All the crimson of the epoch,

And a lexicon that lives

Closer to comfort, yet

Further from the truth,

As we stand faithless

Before the fulcrum

That could let flourish

The coveted equilibrium, 

An un-becoming of the ego,

A veto to the vertigo

Caused by a nexus

Of the nefarious, angling

For the negation

Of a stillness that points

To our sameness, humanity's

Undeniable oneness, which,

In a dreamland, could

Render divisiveness

Unrecognizable, entirely

Senseless...

◄ Butterfly...

Flawed ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 25th Jan 2023 17:42

Thank you so much, Hélène, for your lovely comment, it means a lot! 😊

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Hélène

Wed 25th Jan 2023 16:22

Powerful ending: "Of a stillness that points
To our sameness, humanity's
Undeniable oneness, which,
In a dreamland, could
Render divisiveness
Unrecognizable, entirely
Senseless..."

As Martin Luther King said: "I have a dream...." Thanks for this poem, Holden.

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