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We live
As nomads
Camped
At a fork in
Fractal paths
Of honor
And love
And death
And all paths
Forward
Are filled
With the
Pain and
The danger
The death
The pathos
That is
Already known
No matter
What we do
We must
Keep living
Choosing the
Path of Beauty
Regardless of
What happens
Mindfully
Creating each
Step as a
Footprint
Of caring
And compassion
To be
Possible
Balance
Against
The ugly
Even though
It is all
Ephemeral
As sand
Blown away
By the weather
Or helicopter’s
Spinning blades
Or that
Which is
Feared as
The fractal
Growth of
What I do
Not know
How to say
Or I am
Too much
Afraid
To say
For I fear
The terrible
Balance
Of Good
And Evil
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Bear . . . 07.13.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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