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p style=”text-align: center;”>I almost didn’t recognize it.
The description was of something strange,
yesterday’s materials,
old clichés, and my little sister’s sorrows.
Like a movie of your favourite book,
all the characters transformed
their faces not at all
the ones you’d held so close.
Or all the talking animals
of your childhood books
walking upright,
disneyfied across a silver screen.
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p style=”text-align: center;”>We’d watched it come.
We’d seen the writing on the wall,
read detailed stories
about what would be.
We’d heard of possibilities –
remote, beyond imagination –
unleashed from speculation
and transforming days in other lives
and still,
we did not see.
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p style=”text-align: center;”>Walk with me.
Help me find a solid truth
that I can bear.
Within this maelstrom of unknown,
this place were all seems changed,
guide me to a place of calm
where my world still holds
if only briefly,
that I might look upon the truth
of who we are and what we’ve made
and face our new reality.