we are not machines
sterling and practical
we are human and bending
along the arc
cracking like dry plaster along the day
and still, foaming like soapy oceans
blind in the search for power
gazing at the sun in wonder
to accept with serenity what cannot be changed
living with courage to break by dropping
yes, go on and let this light in
this fresh air pour into your lungs
this sun absorb into your iris
burn like coal the impurity from yr needs
bend and break and feel the life flow
from the fissures
these veins
that don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love*,
love
rise burning
this is you facing the day alive
beating and broken open
to the greatest source
yourself
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