Tap, tap, tap. . .
type a page,
to try to sort some sense
of this–

it is no snap
to grow the wisdom
of a sage–

so much less so
when we’re numb
against discomforts of our bodies
and emotions,
we’ve entered in
a wild rampage. . .

It’s time to drop
the total sum
of hating and discriminating
base distinctions
and assumptions,
directed out,
or deep down in,
according to our mood and whim,

to remember
how we all once were
as we were meant to be,
communed as one,
and, more or less,
thereby agreeing to convene
with everyone
on one same page.

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