Sunday, December 24, 2023

poem

 (untitled)

(untitled)


When everything becomes an argument,

and no matter how right, is still wrong;


when argument is still love for truth,

expressed and manifest;

the fight to get humans through

to more hope down the road.


When all existence is a narrative

where events occur,

leaving the players

to concur or not;

leaving each spirit

in proximity

a choice

to turn away

or take the path

of the free.

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