Make Haste, Dear One

Lead us from the Unreal to the Real

I’ve found it

the hollow space

that comes with ease

I’ve found the way

we can both appease

those aching tongues

and hardened dreams

that sit upon

our heaving chests

bracing for the day

of pure civil unrest

I’ve come to know

so it must be true

those hidden dreams

that sit just below

us, make patrons of us all

With haste, dear one

for the time is near

to open our minds

and let spill the fear

that keeps us all

too close and weary

the world’s possibility

is full of surprises

and there’s only one chance

to maybe surmise

just all there is

and all there will ever be

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