piece or peace.

From the digital journals and the handwritten journals, words of light for the future generations who will eventually fill both themselves. <3 Protect Peace.

I found a broken piece,

It was missing the a to the capital of our day.

Somewhere lost maybe, not at the beginning. Lost towards the end maybe?

Erased legs and misdotted Is. The I became the misplaced A

A piece of peace 

No longer the way

Or lost along this misguided way

Distracted by the destruction

Maybe the capitol will recover the losses

Will the peace of harmony ever be a witness.

Observers of humanity shaping Is from As

Repairing peace so we’re all reminded of the way

Fragments in magic

Glitters in rain drops

Seconds ticking from the face of the clock

All lost, traveling at speeds unknown to spaces unknown maybe

But never turning to the land we have found As and Is being the majority.

A memory, whispers of feelings

Can we resurface the feeling?

Did we ever know the feeling?

A feeling of Is in unity, The A option of peace.

Memory will recover you see

Unwrapped in our data streams

Elevated to overstanding

Beyond the days of our Is

We’ll not see the day where our Is see the A option of peace

Groundwork, brick by brick, polish and more polish

We’ll reach the shining

Absorbing our truth

In all of the shames and failed glory

Memories of Is entertaining the As.

Will we then remember the way?

Witnessing peace as the way because it was and always will be 

The only way?

Maybe one day…

Until then,

We’re Is shaping shapes of As with no space to entertain peace as the way

Helpless, engineering and programmed…maybe,

But mobile and able, we simply haven’t paired it with willing.

The As are willing.

We’re willing to be Is in the game for As,

But failing to see our Is shape the A in that communication waves

Laying pavement for paths away from peace

Exploding pieces for a piece of Is and As with no chance for anyone’s eyes to see the way.

A blind nation, on a sphere as a home, even if  we can’t  agree on it being our home.

A divided nation of humans, Is and As with no guidance for peace as the way.

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