ages of unseen pain

do I know the ground

beneath my feet?

ages

of

trapped

truths

locked in religious boxes

frozen in political pockets

algorithm

chains

will I ever allow

the trees to speak?

my

property

my

money

my

likes

&

my

lines

glaciers now rivers

families that shiver

unfolding

napkins

and

tasting

the

wine

oh children of guns

good students of oil

will

we

ever

slow

down?

falling on our knees

to kiss the ground

can

I

humbly

begin?

or

try

once

more?

to nurture the depths

of my shame

perhaps

like

the

waves

flowing

resting

&

crashing

witnessing ages

of unseen pain

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written on January 1, 2024