When the world is too large for us, where can we turn?
How can I make myself large enough to hold this? Where can I hide?
How can I know the needs of the my own humanity in the context of a crowd?
A sea of scrub brush, a sea of garish painted faces, plastic hair.
I only want one face of hope to fix on, two eyes of compassion. A well of clear water in a fizzling ocean.
We are in love with our own helplessness. We will cut off our anchors ourselves.
The original sin. We will live unhinged.
Be true to treachery until its walls cave in.
Be true to truth, and inscribe its emblems on your skin.
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