RUNNING THE RACE

we are water

within a great river

 

singular

not yet seen

 

we move in flocks

and herds

 

down roads

climbing stairs

to doors unfamiliar

 

within a few

there is a calling

a message scrawled

on the heart

of a gift yet used

 

we are a great rush

of sound over

earth’s uneven surface

becoming the salt

of ideas and

inventions

 

 

 

 


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