There are 8 billion sets of ears.
Anybody listening
to this eye-witness report,
to these buried dreamscapes?
8 billion voices clamoring
toward possibility…
probably… alone and mute
for the most part.
Only a community
can break through,
like playing penny ante poker
with your family
at the kitchen table,
ordinary and perfect,
nothing special.
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I’s here, too
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I’s hear, too
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I keep posting on my blog and social media with the belief that a few of that 8 billion will be interested in what I’m writing and wiling to adopt the ideas in their own efforts.