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Our work has only just begun.

The chaos to come is real

and yet all part of the game.

Situation normal, all fucked

up — whoever came up with that —

“snafu” — a f*****g genius!

And now we face the rise of a

demented, damaged dolt

who has somehow managed to

gather a cult of mesmerized

mothers against drunken driving

to ride off the cliff with him.

So, yes, there’s some cleanup to do.

It isn’t normal, and yet

it is, this snafu we find

ourselves in. We are the authors

of this book we’re reading, this game

we’re playing. The chaos to come

is real, but we have made it.

Our work begins with the sunrise.

The cleanup of the moment

is already happening.

We have our work cut out for us

to reclaim the democracy

of the ever-changing sky.

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In the middle of this autumn

that has eased its way into

my humming summer, I will

hold onto my inner springtime

and continue this absurd but

sweet work as best I can.

Like the sunrise I too arise

to ease these lines into life

to let the colours of dawn

stream from my faltering fingers

tapping these keys as the coffee

stirs my blundering brain,

blundering into obstacles

but nonetheless pressing on,

taking a deep breath with the sky,

feeling my bare feet on the floor,

seeing these purple hues emerge

from within and without.

The colours are unnamable

but our task is to name them

or at least to keep trying:

amber-washed, golden-smeared, peach-plunged,

pink silken-fingered wedding dress,

violet … violet.

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