(x = space)

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The Smallest Things

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It’s cold

There is a blanket

There are enough things

For morning coffee

And toast

For breakfast later on

There is sunlight

So our whole planet

Has another

Day

There is water

I can drink

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I can wash things

I can

Wash me

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I have trash

Lined up in bags

Somewhere to take it

I have other piles

(boxes)

By the door

That should I have the

Help

Can go away

Be useful for others who

Might need some things

I had

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My

Neighbors

Beat the ceiling

But there are no literal explosions

We are lucky

We have things

We can share

When

We want to

We can live in peace relative

To what’s inside

But peace for war

All

The same

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Peace Relative

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Relative to war

And to shutting doors

To keep things out

As if

We hadn’t seen or heard them

Once before

Or every day

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Relative to shining in

With sunlight

Rather than

Explosives

Something negligent

Or something planned

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Maybe not peace everywhere

Not yet

And peace organic

Certainly not remaining

Only

Peace from graves

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Gravesides are pretty

And they’re quiet,

Mostly

We can do so much better

We should

We must

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We want

To be there

At the end

And how about

A single turning page

Into the story of

Today?

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Be there for that

Lift each other

The greater adventure

Is not war

Or even matter turned to energy

(it should go

the other way around)

But matters

Of the story

Withheld until we know

We have

Today

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Next chapter

Please God

Please

Each other

Please

Let’s have the next

Have the next

Now

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Now

Now

And now

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