Standing steeple strong and straight legged
Empires have the earth pegged
Self-regard cuts loose
Mirrors hold life like a reaper
Blandly chilled and cheaper
Find the care to muse,
“This is who we are,
Who are we?”
Now the lights glow
Great crescendo
Souls are hatching
From the hardest questions
Ask, receive, and
Open both hands
This is one land
Where we will not need a thing
Darkness drops and drags, defeated
Ignorance retreated
From the simplest muse
We ask, “Why are we?”
Reflections mock me
Empires turn into graveyards
Developments turn into embarrassments
Open spaces turn to cobwebs
I heard that forever happened yesterday
then…
You caught my eye.
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