by my estimation...

all humans have approximately
8 distinct emotions that 
cooperate undermine inter-
reference one another in either pragmatic 
or multitudinous ways. 

these would include: anger, contempt 
forgiveness...charity...generosity 
alertness, pride...the depressed manner 
that accompanies lack of education...
the unsuppressed joy that accompanies 
hope for education... 

I don't pretend sovereignty is 
a guarantee: innocent children 
regularly starve to death 
with their fate loud as billboards 
even as the water of their lives 
is robbed of smart questions for itself.
but...for facts dumb as stone & dead leaves
and the inescapability of chance 
something progresses. 

our Brahma Vishnu Shiva-sensibilities 
collide and transpire with 
the keen luck of their intentions 
shape and assemble 
the mountain 
that directs all feet to a better future: 

where the soft, stubborn glow 
of enlightenment 
trickles through your bones, 
like the snow of a world still breathing. 




**** 

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