what recourse in the face of it all,
it being suffering wherever we turn?
days run hot; tempers run hotter.
each bring wildfires razing all to the ground.
some, crazed, scrabble amidst smoking debris
seeking hot cinders to spread more flames.
in their madness they believe only they will survive.
they have swallowed the sun and made it a weapon,
their delusions obscuring that it also gives life.
another way, a different choice:
some firewalkers step through ash and char
finding who they can help,
sometimes if only to bear presence to loss.
these haven’t forgotten the moon but placed it internal
making their hearts shine with cooling light,
thus they remember ways of kindness.
earth now witness, death and life:
how shall you choose? how shall you live?
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