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Eyes for Jannah

Nothing is ruined.

All is not lost.

Until we rise

and are told the cost.

you worry the horizon

all agape at the sun

an atom

in a drop of water

from a storm barely begun.

We are washed

like rocks

on a riverbed

and scream

into the tide


thrashing against that

which will eternally abide

and like children

we scream for the fire

we beg

to crawl across glass

and are watched

with Love

we cannot fathom

“did you learn”

we will be asked.



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