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FAILURE'S MOURNING

---(“Iran’s Raisi promises retaliation at funeral for victims of twin bombings”)---
  
Mourn our begetting of war! We need find our way free of it! Peace is within all things and we don’t think it matters? That it means something? Our purpose is to know, not to be taught, but to know it, before instruction.
  
When all is set to balance, we’ll be going the same way and we will know ourselves and war will end, end at our rising together as the collective keeper of the PEACE. Let us give honor to what we truly are, not these things that we become when we go spiritually blind, but let us honor that which lives! That which has form, for we have battled in the void too long, it is time for Peace to come from our rising! For us there is PEACE born within our keeper, then, there’s the PEACE that has always been here outside of us.
  
ONE is the only number, the whole of ALL things, united by design.
   
---(“Biden blasts Trump as a ‘despicable’ danger to democracy”)---
   
The charade is played across party lines and speeches, everyone is scripted, and we the people following along like karaoke, across any and all lines that weren’t drawn by money, across the water, on the shore, floating in the air along with us, it’s our witless contribution to all of the beautiful things that float here.
  
---(“A Houston company is sending cremated remains to the moon. Navajo Nation says it is 'desecration' “)---
  
OUR COVID.
OUR FLU.
VACCINE.
OUR WAR.
OUR VIOLENCE.
OUR VANISHING.
OUR EXTINCTION.
NOT OUR PEACE,
OUR LAST HURRAH!
Had we ushered it in, it would have been ours to witness, we’re causing peace to arrive with its full weight upon us and even our thunderous wars don’t have the power to hold it back.
Annihilated
Done away with
Dispatched
Cremated.
The thumping drum has purpose outside of its sound, the drum fills the gap in our thoughts, best we respect it by having nothing but loving thoughts of the living, respect is not a rule, it is naturally born, for if we were being ourselves, we’d see our dilemma and do everything in our power to STOP.
ME - WE
What is ME minus WE?
What is WE minus ME?
  
We are all WE, just as we’re all a ME, like Here and Now. The only way that it has ever been and ever will be, ME is a farce, there’s only WE, written within our ME. It is not survival of the fittest, it is survival as a collective ONE, otherwise we’ll be walking into the next lifespan as blind as we are now to our mistake, WE is the collection of us, ME is our “individual” selves, but there is no individual WE. Let’s do it NOW, this Here and Now, not the there and then that has us imagining an end to this experience, but we wouldn’t know it next time either and we would all make the exact same mistakes. Take it away from noise and rage, we’ve tried that since the first weapon, let’s give it over to peace, for peace reigns here, where it was meant to be.
  
(What was meant to be?)
  
The experience of the fullness of Peace, we're all that stands in our way Here and Now, otherwise, we’ve nowhere to be, but at war, not there and then, for neither exist, so it's NOW that we are failing to learn.


2023 Mark Prime


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