People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Soft and sonorous, the world sings,
brings forth life in great fecund masses.
What passes for daily existence fraught
with cooperation and resistance, each to
its sphere? Even as natural as the moon.
Unlikely, until we see the patterns. Hold
the lanterns before the darkness–stark
and limited light. How we fear the night.
Hence our need for fire, even that
captured within a glass bulb. As if we
could hold the sun within our hands.
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