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Resolution

Sometimes my eyes are wide open
And all is clarity -
The outline of passing clouds
A speck of dirt on my shoe.

I breathe and taste every bead of dew.
Hear pin drops in prattling streets
As buildings cut into crisp morning skies
Full of flocking birds and possibilities.

I must ignore all hostilities.
Where conscience fights for a place
Realise there is no meaning grand or morose.
Shut out all voices of dissent once heard

And heed these words -
“Alive. You are alive my friend.”
There is a certain solace in the dawn
That makes me cherish its sharpened view.

A single moment to cling to.