Synthesis

Midstream

small birds in nest with open mouths

So many shouts, cries. Each an attempt to be recognized by an original source. For if not, then what hope? In these wilds. We might be united in this want for some saving recognition, joined in the effort to call ourselves back, if only we remembered.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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