For it to work… For anything to work… In the face of all that’s lost, All at risk.
It needs To come from… To connect… Within.
Recognition.
We see again. Find again. What was… What remains.
We see again With new eyes, Turning vision back To see what was unseen.
Or, if not unseen, Unrecognized For what it was… What it is.
The destruction all around us Did not come from nothing.
It is an accumulation.
The only sort that can be relied upon.
An accumulation of countless tiny acts. Of actions tossed upon the world wholesale. Violence unseen. Violence hidden behind all of our justifications.
For it to work… It cannot partake of More of the same. Further justifications piled atop our ruin.
For it to work…
For it to work…
For it to work…
For it to work…
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