I sat
Listened
Unimmune
Information bits, tiny, tingly
Weighty mass of media
Truth peeks, peers and wants to unfold
When mouths loud with keys to kingdoms
Brandish only a part, a tempting toss
“HEAR ME. HERE ME.”
A moment of power granted by waves
A borrowed sword burrowing the underneath
And it wanted mind
Enough never rode the news cycle
Enough knows no legs nor length nor loss
But I know enough
And it is.
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