Sometimes you start a day
So clearly, your experience
Is embedded in your mind
Vividly even touching the edges
Like standing on top of a cliff
But what do you have to say
One says the first word is the hardest
You have to be near to heal a heart
May not be completely true
You can embrace self-contradiction
Holding two opposing sides,
A paradox of wholeness,a community
Of solitary oneness standing on two feet,
With hidden fertility, humor, and faithfulness.
Unfold the folded, staple the scattered,
And somewhere along the way
Illustrate what you think is right
Like brewing coffee in the morning.
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