I am inspired by a friend's frustration with social justice efforts to write:
.................
there is a point in the rhythm of human life, where, if spiritual
love makes contact with physical reality - passion ignites and
consumes understanding volition standing still.............very
still.
Life as we live trespass forgive ..................unknown
knowledge as emotional volcanic dust upon fallen leaves being covered
with snow ~~~~~~~~~~~~ we scream within How Will They Ever Know!!!!
death
follows life follows death follows life............pulse........they
know we don't know they don't know we know they hurt we heal we hurt
they heal.............pulse...........
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