Walking

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Balancing on the razor

between calamity

and renewal,

we are too distracted

to notice

the choice.

Too misinformed,

too ornery.

I shuffle around for an antidote

through the handbag of

my psyche,

past the odd junk and

down into the used kleenexes,

but there is nothing.

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I idly search the internet,

hoping for the perfect

group to join

to lead this whole thing

to repair.

No such groups in a

100 miles.

No such groups.

I breathe.

The disaster is shared by us all,

and the solution lies in

every step.

None of them are frivolous,

all of them can lead us

out.

This teetering life is

full of mattering.