“All things in mediation”
we carve restlessly in our day-to-day
the last concrete pillars of the past
trend setters
toga wearers
they, bracing their minds between
a round of olive branch
we, bracing our thoughts between
their dusty rotted words
and yet heeding not.

it is a common trope that we see and
understand in text, but do not put forth
into practice, into the saving and sharing.

perhaps if we were to be among the
steeping pillars we could see
a great many things we do not;
instead we etch our credentials into them with 6 molarity HCl,
heeding nothing.


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