we tend to move through the world with blinders and coded boundaries, not seeing what we see, but what we have told ourselves or been told so long questioning is never sought
we, caught in our dramas and regrets and pain, recoil from compassionate connection that is our one true hope for humane community of mutual repair
we cry into our pillows or outward to The Universe of our loneliness, then shun those we see as not who we want to be
we decry inhumanity writ large or small seen on our screens or streets or halls, but softly or to agree -- and just what is humanity?
9/13-15/18
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