We are everything, you and me.
We are sunlight
puncturing
the veil of black morning.
We are shadow
We are black dogs
with broken hearts,
red birds with no songs—
only wisdom.
We are gunshots
resonating
in a classroom,
broken lives shattering
on a sterile floor.
We are as anonymous
as clouds
when we leave the confines
of our hand-held world.
We are new wind
carrying the bird’s first song
at dawn.
We are blood dripping
We are fear
disguised as hatred
seeping from the eyes of
a tortured soul.
We are liquid love
and creation.
We are everything.
Believe in nothing.
Believe in us.
We are everything.
We are everything.
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Author: Peter Schaller
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
Photo: flickr
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