Standing at the fulcrum point, the place where levers get pulled and it all begins to tip left
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Limbs snarl, like a map that's contorted in a twisted mirror
The mangrove, gargantuan in its reach, envelopes a world
We're just travelers here, bound inside the looping shadows of a maze
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Huddled silent beneath the eaves, the writers share their notes, an esoteric exercise in keeping stories, secret
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Inundation starts with a single drop - the pull of gravity, from ground on sky that never stops - and then, on cue, the deluge begins
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Poetic fragments, like broken snowflakes, melt on contact, dissolving into something akin to memory on skin
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A leaf disintegrates but never disappears -
from bud on branch to dust, in the blink of a year -
What remains feeds the soil, so that others might appear
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Sometimes she'll sit, quiet, in the woods, pondering in repose, her auburn hair nestled next to tree branch and bark, another leaf in a time of transition
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Even the acorn exhibits patience - a tree seed waiting for its moment before rooting down, burrowing beneath ground, then rising up, restless at last for the endless sky
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Split the information signal – set mistrust and disinformation to the side of the flow we all must align to defeat,
then: repeat repeat repeat
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