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I send an SOS up to the stars.
I look internally, inside my eyes
to find something more
than deserts without rain —
and other castaways deserted on lonely shores.
I seek to expand my consciousness
to understand what has been known before,
with the world on my shoulders — I’m weary,
my flesh and bones ache at the upside-down mess we’ve made.
The things we have done — that can not be undone.
I stretch my fingertips towards what lies beneath it all
as the light fades somewhere between my serenity and my rage
I wonder if for 24/7 and each of these 365 days,
all my life —
I will be a woman on a quest
in search of peace of mind?
What can be made from all the rubble and the ash?
I look externally, beyond the corners of my eyes
to find something more
beyond the edges of the Universe,
the chaos at the core of every raging storm
we keep chasing and chasing
as sands run down the time —
we keep wasting and wasting.
For all we know — potential has an expiry date,
will we only catch on when it’s a day too…
