and, all at once,
I sing the seasons of the sky and sit so silently and sad.
I live in a world of unfathomable love.
I live in a world of brokenness.
I live in a world where the human animal has forgotten its animalness and so blames it on the rest of the wilderness for knowing its nature.
We celebrate and grieve together and
these complicated threads twist and gather in a sudden fist
and nothing feels inseparable
and nothing feels so hopeful or clear or possible anymore.
we are, after all, only human.
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