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Mar 2017
Horizon

Red smoke is rising
confusing all I can see
Brain cells igniting
Tumbling rocks for debris
All the children are fighting
Teach them not to believe
All the birds are flying
Because we've burned down the trees
Hollow caves are frightening
Shelter what we retrieve
The ships in the sea are capsizing
The sky is black like the cloak of a thief
There is no returning
The new world is forming and the mind calms as I watch in relief.
Meditation
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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   Zero Nine
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