People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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How then will I find my way,
and why do I feel the need ?
Done slowly or its speed. Still,
I would wander until I alighted
in a land of hope. Sighted, not
benighted. Everything known
within the unknown land. Things
lost and things found. Grand
dreams and wayward memories of
limited intent, confused content.
Am I remembering the future?
Could I find a teacher to help me
explicate my thoughts, share my
feelings? Quiet time and stealing
softly into the darkness. Upon the
nightingale’s wing or with the
lark ascending, never ending. Such
is the food of existence, fraught,
without resistance, acquiescence.
Missing folks, the presence of the
specter who throws the feast, our
least worry, within the moment.
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