Stretch me, across borders
Divisions of church and state
Farmland and industrious city
From the tips of Appalachia
To the Sydney funnel web’s quiet den
Amongst the hottest depths
And the most unimaginable heights
Is a connectedness that has no signal
Registers no bars on our devices
Yet is the reason we can fight
every negative thought
There is no single demon raising hell
But millions of angry thoughts
Trillions of wayward glances
And billions of careless actions dumped
Onto the unsuspecting infinity
I don’t have a cry, I have the silent whisper
Of a kid forced into adulthood
Because the world can wait
Doing good, though
Has no age requirement
Brilliant! 😍
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