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Where you stand now, can be moved. It's either you or the ground. Is it light you seek or darkness? If you remain immovable Like that thing in the street, Tripping, your face will meet The ground, hard. Lay ****** and bruised, Defiant as the cement That slapped your face. It gets dark real fast When all you hear is the mold That lays you to rest. Be alert and aware like A library door. Possibly your unnoticed Life is awakened by Words that wrap you with History and comfort as if Every minute is the opening From a wrapper of your Favourite candy. Live In the trace of light Where you stand.
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
Where You Stand
Where you stand now, can be moved. It's either you or the ground. Is it light you seek or darkness? If you remain immovable Like that thing in the street, Tripping, your face will meet The ground, hard. Lay ****** and bruised, Defiant as the cement That slapped your face. It gets dark real fast When all you hear is the mold That lays you to rest. Be alert and aware like A library door. Possibly your unnoticed Life is awakened by Words that wrap you with History and comfort as if Every minute is the opening From a wrapper of your Favourite candy. Live In the trace of light Where you stand.
Listened to The New Yorker on YouTube. Public Defender” follows the work of Heather Shaner, a lawyer representing January 6th rioters, who works to confront America’s political divisions with empathy."
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
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