Ignoring Schism
The schism is forgotten on this day.
Our insanity is hurried by the sun's sway.
We stroll on the rocks without a coast.
Clouds hurriedly come into view impost.
When it rains, it soaks up onto the sidewalk.
Passion is what gives us the capacity to talk.
Our emotions are hampered by your ooze.
We'll be way up that hill while you snooze.
Written: January 31, 2023
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