if we had to find our way into the landscape

please, join us,
sign the petition here

are we asleep?
we see it is too late
yet, in our dreams, it is still dawn
we began to talk about the news
yawning in between
never, we say
our mind cannot hold reality
as a fork
we cannot dine the truth
but the truth is a non-place
a place in our dreams
we are too common, we might say
to be excused
and we are
we really are


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the world is shaken

whose arm are we to lean on now

that our parents are gone?