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This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO
The animals know.Hoofed, finned, pawed and winged,They discern what's comingAnd what's come before.The animals sense usBetter than we ourselves.Most ably they detect;Seeing no person,Master or slave,Rise to the bravery.
To the heart, like a cavernWhere we howl and want,We’ve not risen.We’ve not ascendedTo greet darkness with sword.We’ve not, they sense, listened.We mistook the resonanceOf our quickening heart beatAs the sympathy of charityAnd not the call to action.If we listen near enough;Want, envision, hope, dream,We may yet sense our wings.
(copywright 06 mrp)
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