Breaking Web

Age
Feared by some
Scorned by others
Reality for the remaining

The webs we saw
Were so perfectly woven
Waiting for the entanglement
Of the innocent

Time
Sheds our dissonance
And weak intersections
Give way to holes

Where once was shouting
Our righteous position
With mouths shut
We listen

not about anybody. about everyone.

(love this new little Russian lens!)


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