Maybe the rain will wash away the blood...
Maybe the wind will clear the singed air...
Maybe the ice will freeze the last time...
Maybe less(ons) does not mean mor(ality)...
Maybe our voices are all different...
Maybe we are all saying the same thing...
Maybe everyone speaking leaves no one left to listen...
Maybe our fingertips don't feel the same...
Maybe our Beliefs are all temporary...
Maybe I'm wrong...
It may just be
nightmares
are as important as dreams
at reminding us daily of real possibility.
Image of painting by Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta (1841-1920), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Coming out of Church.
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