Always a Time Like That

The big orange sun is eternally

burning dry river beds

into the soft ground of your heart.

This is the necessary infrastructure

for remembering we belong

to one another.

These are the channels we must follow

to quench our thirst for connection.

These are the roads we must drive

to meet the full tide of our sorrow

for what we have done

in the mind of separation.

Only then will we understand

what we are capable of.

Only then will we know

that there is no difference between

us and them

then and now.

This is

always a time

like that…

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