We are the Curators of Our Own Lives Pt4

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Lift Every Voice

There’s no present like the time

…To raze the daze
Of yesterday’s mistakes
And discern the words
That conjure
The untold souls
Of the unspoken heard
Like drums forging forward
In hymns of the inner ear
Echoing visions
Of the voice within, lifting us
For the long haul
Out of the cacophony
Of urban sprawl
Into the harmony
Of our own antiphony
In writes of passage
Carrying on the conversations
Between creation and curation
That celebrate the incantations
Of life, above and beyond
Boundaries and categories…

Because, in lieu of our scars,
The scrolls of our souls
Render us whole and anew.

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