We live in a state of constant plurality:
Civilzed and Counting down the time
Until we set ourselves free.
When we'll fight outright,
Thrashing at our captors -
And knashing at our bits.
Striving to contain and tame,
Sedate and soften...the inner beast,
Our nails still rip opressors apart 'til
We call upon peace and love
To do the setting free for us.
While beats grip at our heaving hearts
Propelling arms outstretched
And this way we leave ourselves
For a moment.
Leave our hives, our homes,
Leave our comforts and what's known,
To step, slow-pacing, horizon-facing
Breaking our own bones.
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