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Not Me, Us

If we can bust through the glass,

through the material class,


take note

of our suffering,


we can find a raw room

that gleams


with nothing but the sheen of justice. 

E pluribus unum. 


That burns

with the qualitative effect


of fine and necessary writing, of action.

That screams


and whispers, beyond the mores of pop culture.

That wins


even when it loses – quite unlike what anything

beyond the sun outside,


and heartbreaking demarcation

of time, would insinuate.  More like


a postcard from History.



Posted 02/08/20
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