6 am
Moving forward,
each corner a shadow,
each shadow a voice.
Bright lights will lead us,
seeds will stutter, unable to grow.
Silence is stranger in the midst of movement.
Yet, no stranger than you and I,
occupying this moment in time,
unaware of what's holding above us and below us.
Think as you move,
breathe with your thoughts,
step into yourself,
and...
out into the changing skies.
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