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On the Same Page



How scattered we become

Driven apart and wedged into narrow runnels

Broken down

Beaten up

Spread over courses and decades

Leaving and abandoning ourselves along the way

Gripping tightly to what’s gone

Treading worn paths

Singing sad tunes

Working at odds against ourselves


Snap to a new page

Bringing home every lost bit of soul

Suturing together the self into a patchwork cloak

Shelter from the raging storms

A little bit of love

To grow it all together again in a vat of hope

Bathed in light

Who can be on the same page as another

If the self is scattered and distributed among lost loves

Lost homes

Lost hope

Blinded by the past

The first challenge is to get the self

All onto the same page

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