It is the end of something beautiful.
Mai Tais on a patio overlooking
the sunset of the way things are supposed to be.
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It is the end of something so safe.
The trajectory made with graphs and data
about how this generation will surpass
the last.
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It is the end of something familiar.
The cause and effects of do this and then
these results will happen.
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It is the end of something oppressive.
The net is removed from reliability,
sure, but what comes next can really
be crafted anew.
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It is the end of something prescriptive.
The game has changed. the players, too.
And now there is nothing left to do, but
close those eyes and let the heart lead.
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It is the end of willful disconnection.
Forced to be alone, survive alone, to turn a
blind eye.
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It is the beginning of being together.
Using some old things and some new.
Looking inside while holding my neighbor’s hand.
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It is the beginning of something beautiful.
Remembering the habits from before weren’t
working. Not for everyone. Another chance.
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It is the beginning of something strong.
Carrying the stories of what came before
sharing the stories of what can be.
Listening and building. Together.
That Was in There? 