People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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How rapidly the river courses
over boulders and stones, big
tree trunks and small talus. We
watch in awe, too afraid to join
the dance stand entranced. Wait
for the wind to curl, the waves,
slaves to conditions, whether the
snow melt, or pull of the distant
moon, soon to be found at the full
the rule of gravity. Wait and see.
You know you do not float away.
Can you do other than stay, compete
in the games which all life plays?
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