just one.

it seems

so hard to put in words

and worse

to put in action


these bits

of our ingratitude

and dour



that keep

us mired where we are

that hold

us to our lies


the world

of what we know and love

the truth

that we despise


but all

of that just burns away

when we

have felt connection


just one

that’s all it really takes

for all

our resurrection

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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