the invisible is around me all the time
this pride
this anger
this violence
this agression
what else should my life's work be
but to sooth them into nothingness
first
to give them visibility
make them show themselves
earlier
then
to catch their budding roots
the tsunami is not the wave at the end
crashing the shores
but the birthing undercurrent
still time and space away
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