With the Wind

It’s not about the fire
or the spectacle
of this system
going up in flames.
It is, as it has always been,
about what comes next
from out of the ashes.
Don’t be distracted
by shiny objects.
The prize
is what gets birthed
in our new image.

One choice is to get hysterical and lose your shit. Another choice is to stay focused and zone-in on the zero-point at the end of this mission. You can guess which path I’m walking. You can bet I spit with the wind.
My poem “Eye to Eye” appeared recently here at Stanzaic Stylings.

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