One fissure will ruin the labour of years;
while another prevent healing,
could it be so, that hindrances fall away
and we as a species come together?
A bud that grows from concrete is in itself
a form of human evolution;
I wonder if it’s too late for doves instead
of bullets in exchange
for every word, every sigh and a breath of fresh air?
For just a little warmth in a cold world.
The raw version of an individual is beautiful;
one that has tasted
pain and is aware of degrees of vulnerability,
a black sky that allows loneliness
to linger every now and then,
be it the rich or poor,
the truth is, we have been carrying it for too long—
I wonder, what hue
the cosmos will be by the time it ends?
And what will become of estranged lovers?
It’s worse if you’re awake for it,
why is it
that everything feels apocalyptic these days?
A wild fox in the wilderness
and long winter unraveling, it’s important
that we pay heed to auguries of innocence,
it’s important we listen
to what the maple wants to say—
I look beyond the fields of impatient waves
of dandelions and wonder
if we should have thought about sinning against
the earth sooner,
it has shattered so many times, so many times
that it has become a kaleidoscope
in order to refract and reflect—
we don’t need a common enemy in order for us
to change our ways;
from my eyes to yours, soon the first rays of dawn
seep in through the window, I let them in.
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