Extinction
We will climb false mountains
We will bring down false suns
It is easy to see a fly in the forest
It is easy to contain falling snow
Weaving water into your body
Weaving sand into a flame
Words will be scattered in the wind
Passing into tomorrow
Trailing collected conscience
Calling out for peace
Calling out for understanding
Waiting for the extinction of war
18.1.12
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