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This is peace When the tide comes in Washing away Debris along the shore Left by the many Onlookers, non-participants Critics of what's been left Creators of division Without the ability of maths Out of sight But still adding up Filling our oceans with plastic Not snatched in the fishing nets Scraping along the bed Everything else getting caught And tossed back Death is slow A grinding away, loss of lubricant Bone on bone on rock We chip away Become sharp edges Better tools for the slaughter Eating whatever comes by next Starving but well fed This is peace A place Where nothing is good enough So we create problems A moral rot Stuck on board Our water filled with salt There will be no quenching Of this thirst Having come from this water Return we cannot Ever evolving A species transcending And no...

As if you knew We needed help Lost on an island Too large To communicate well You sent a flare A massive solar storm Out into the darkness The everlasting night An expanding space Where the magnetic energy Polarized and surrounding us Caught charged particles Now dancing Rhythmically Interpreting a story From a time past When our body's spoke Revolutions before Language not yet w/ our tongues Our eyes, a looking glass Knowing our insignificance The care we had For each other, all there was Gave our lives importance Your warmth Could only do so much It was together We found enough Sustaining sustenance Lit fires Replicated rounded rocks Went places Discovered What otherwise we could have not Inspiring journey To outlast Our loving sun