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by Kevin Mercurio

Seldom is there ever a moment in time noticed

That does not consist of obvious obscurity

But subtle uneasiness

Topics that define previous generations’ normalities

To later generations’ irregularities

Discussions that persist in the ambiance like humidity

The undiscovered ether waiting to be understood

Waiting to be articulated

Propagated through minds using neuronal electrical potential

Exactly like neuronal electrical potential

To plant ourselves on the surface of a planet filled with billions

Shared interests, shared disinterests

Shared experiences, shared inexperiences

Created categories to better describe individuals for what they are

Instead of why they are

Despite how we come from one group, existing or non-existing

One value, one or zero

But labels bring the inevitable fall of orderly men

Breaking bridges recently built

Severing ties recently strengthened

For the purpose of identification

The antagonist to collaboration

Let us think in specifications

Immorality in social behaviours, gender duplicity, racial non-amalgamation

Where does one start when the path begins in the median

When these complex ideas are so blatantly clear

But the words just seem to crumble off the tongue

Opposite of sense

To an end, we juxtapose with stupidity

Can one know the opinions to grasp in a sea of nonsense

Which actors scream rational afterthought rather than immediate impulse

In this performance we did not buy tickets for

The catastrophic debacle of the decade

Summarized in simple terms:

How do we talk?

How do we explain ideas that we do not yet fully comprehend

But want to be a part of the conversation

Not left out of quintessential decisions

Since how else do we determine a spectrum of reason

The solution?

Stutter, stammer, tongue-twist hesitation fillers into a string of phrases

Hoping that trust outweighs the conflict

A tremendous inferno blazing within

To puncture a hole in an already capsizing argument

Rather than securing the break

Forget ego, forget pride

Remember that we are binary

Not in the sense most frequently fought about

But existing or non-existing

One or zero

We are one, literally one

So listen!

Empathize with those who have good intentions

Abstain from gladiatorial vernaculars

And be one

One or zero?

Literally one every time

As we will mean to be.


“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Maya Angelou

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