Filter us into flawlessness - the algorithm's always too friendly with our faces - we soften tones, then bend the light, to project ourselves as how we want us to be seen – little saturations on little static screens – only to forget to wonder at what a sense of true identity in a digital space might even mean
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The small river surges forward, the melt a machine of perpetual motion, the sound, one of constant commotion
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Hidden now in the snow - the story goes, he left the bell as reminder to all who might find it that kindness is a melody we sing along for others
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Emit the positive energy the people around you need
All of us - threads of tapestry - for the woven to work, we need to believe
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The individual ones with the oddest names are always the favorite ones with a curiosity to play
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One twelfth of a foot One thirty-sixth of a yard One little notch on a measuring stick where every inch works so hard
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Anyone who advises you to stay neutral
never got into it with the other side never got threads tangled in their quilt of lies
never brought logic to an illogical fight never pushed up against madness, a tilting night
Neutral won't do - not anymore - neutral won't do
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She's shuffling papers - dates and words and communications and time – all indicators of a past impinging upon the present, and the discard pile, a cathartic gesture of careful removal, grows, teeters, slides, falls, spills at her feet - she reaches down, and begins repeat
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Take the spine this poem and play with it - turn it around and remix it through collaborative remake, and I will do my best, with respect, to reciprocate
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