it took the earth to
stop turning
to bring us all around
it took the wound to
stop burning
to remember what we'd found
in dark of night amid
such tired
times
these lives become as one
inspired
entwined
as witness to the folly
there
beyond the mortal gates
divining answers from the
air
whom to love or hate
ideas surge within the
soul
adversity's a mirror
and we've blindfolded eyes
again
image coming clearer
is it Hobbes or just some fatal
flaw
compels this endless war
the paradox of needing
less
impatient ones crave more
on and on across the
sky
as blurred dreams arise
it took however fleeting
peace
to garner my surprise
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