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Dec 2016
smiling at the bottom of a puddle
i see through the liquid sludge
and catch a glimpse of your beauty
shining through the mud
so this is it
a whisper and then silence
the swift decline of our intelligence
into mindless spats of violence
rest in peace our souls
grieve for they are bottomless
forage in a new generation
humanity is hungry
under the stars and the sun
love is never overcome
by anything less than fun
look at the music
for awhile i heard them praying
hours went by and then days
until you wept i knew nothing
your love is right in front of me
and i am slow to rise
in the morning
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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