The ruckus that rattles inside my mind
Hiding from a center I cannot find
I fidget and fixate
Distracted, then I ruminate
Until a new question arrives:
Is it this that which I must illuminate?
Perhaps there is a power here
A truth-telling to make it all clear
Injustice abounding everywhere we look
Complicit inaction leaves us shook
Another consideration:
Do I need to write a book?
Intentional with the pause, I dwell in hope
Great potential warms the pools of this trope
Elements of a bridge assembling soon
Working covertly, under the light of the moon
The wisest action now:
Listen...for the tune of the rune.
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