(x = space)
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The Smallest Things
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It’s cold
There is a blanket
There are enough things
For morning coffee
And toast
For breakfast later on
There is sunlight
So our whole planet
Has another
Day
There is water
I can drink
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I can wash things
I can
Wash me
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I have trash
Lined up in bags
Somewhere to take it
I have other piles
(boxes)
By the door
That should I have the
Help
Can go away
Be useful for others who
Might need some things
I had
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My
Neighbors
Beat the ceiling
But there are no literal explosions
We are lucky
We have things
We can share
When
We want to
We can live in peace relative
To what’s inside
But peace for war
All
The same
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Peace Relative
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Relative to war
And to shutting doors
To keep things out
As if
We hadn’t seen or heard them
Once before
Or every day
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Relative to shining in
With sunlight
Rather than
Explosives
Something negligent
Or something planned
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Maybe not peace everywhere
Not yet
And peace organic
Certainly not remaining
Only
Peace from graves
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Gravesides are pretty
And they’re quiet,
Mostly
We can do so much better
We should
We must
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We want
To be there
At the end
And how about
A single turning page
Into the story of
Today?
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Be there for that
Lift each other
The greater adventure
Is not war
Or even matter turned to energy
(it should go
the other way around)
But matters
Of the story
Withheld until we know
We have
Today
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Next chapter
Please God
Please
Each other
Please
Let’s have the next
Have the next
Now
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Now
Now
And now
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