Formations of greatness,

bound in seed

and watered without bias

raising irregular

unconstrained hands

like an ocean

lifting a sound with its body

as waves clap approval

and stretch a mounted force

greater than fists or hate.


Footsteps signal a movement,

a start,

the middle of going,

a journey to be there.


People are the tears of the


a mountain of grief shed

from the past;

hope opens where defeat

brings shadows.


There is a quiet noted by sleep

on roads stretching into a boring



The value of gold pales when

compared to the power of








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