We are witnessing a future unfolding:
hearts, such elastic creatures,
awakening to their intrinsic worth,
to the value pumping through them
that is by mere fact of being.
Open hands, in earnest reaching:
no trite platitudes, just desperate
hope in this, our darkest hour.
We are become revolution,
destroyers of our despair.
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