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The tide has come in:
my brother is my savior.
The rains have come:
my sister is my oracle.

On these precious, sentient cycles
Arrival is the lie,
the bubble bursting bitch,
the laughing of Sarai.

Arrival is the anti-tide,
the crippled gait, the broken stride,
the certainty of status quo,
the demon of our pride.

We put out every spark
lest the forests all burn down.
Now the duff and tinder lay
awaiting conflagration day.

But every cycle should inform us
and each circumstance enjoin us
to engage in honest discourse
as ephemerati glow.

It’s the trying to hear,
the fervent press for harmony,
deeper harmony,
that subsumes all discord in time,
like your thrice great
you never met
but who is yet
living in you.

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