The world is imploding, the monstrous, bloated, fragile men devour and rule.
I light the candles in our grate,trim the lavender in our front garden,
write my soul aching until I awaken,
and name my blessings for peace.
And love, love, love myself,
and love, love, love everyone else,
and gather the love poured on me from precious others.
So while the bloated, fragile men devour and rule,
we make connection, empathy,
ringing truth, limitless joy.
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