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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

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