unanimously

maybe we don’t align
maybe we never align
lost in hopes of syzygy
we need to swallow the truth
keep it down
and continue on
the uncommon ground is
becoming too common
a shift in thinking
persuading the poet
standing on ground frozen with tradition
long legs carry the weight of resistance
we will never cross those lines again
just meander the edges
tempting the tempted

this love is not a democracy

M.