these insights emerged from minutes
sitting outside the box and listening
perceptions rang from the breeze
a thought or two in reflection
carried an inherent quality
through an arm and between the ears
worth living and pitching peace for
nature
is the showrunner
the artist
the eye of my thought
running a thread between time
space is our messenger
collapsing new theories of everything
by storm and heat
we are rejected in numbers
and survive by color and scale
know-how
bleeding hearts mend by unity
one love
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