In existence, where we roam
with our eyes closed
after the last hour,
Our separateness becomes
nothing of a divide-
Pronounce your words
if you’re capable.
The 21 remains.
Walk calmly, see clearly,
and notice the false
prophet entered into view,
just below your thumb.

-M. Taggart

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