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(picture by Loïc Viatte)

Where do we find ourselves
When we look
When we really look
Thinking our humanness
Has spilled out around
Personifications abound
Because a new way of seeing
Shows not that our being
Has morphed into
Objects and machinery
Our ego infiltrating
Industrial scenery
No instead we see traces
Of our own faces
Everywhere to remind us
That you can find us
Intricately woven
In ever part of this sphere
Because what we do here
Is not separate, interjected
But instead is connected
In discreet symmetry
To show that we
Are not overlords or seers
But part of the gears
Of the pulse and the flow
The planetary glow
Is not provided by us
But we’re of it.


Every year,
I fight the cheer,
I play along,
But listen here;
It’s not that easy,
The yule thing,
All the joy,
And all the bling,
I do okay,
I coast along,
Good greetings here,
A Christmas song,
But underneath,
It’s just a play,
I promise to,
Ignore the day,
But every year,
It’s just the same,
Come Christmas day,
I shed the game,
No matter how,
I’ve fought and torn,
I awake on Christmas morn,
By Christmas spirit,
No matter how,
I fight and fear it,
It overtakes me,
None discreetly,
As Dickens wrote,
I’m done completely,
I’m overcome,
And what is worst,
My heart expands,
So it might burst,
On the 26th,
It’s gone to sand,
But on the 25th,
My fellow man,
Can do no wrong,
Not a single one,
I’m opened wide,
My plans undone,
For on that day,
That Christmas toll,
Some kind of magic,
Takes control,
No matter how I feel,
Throughout the year,
This special day,
It all seems clear,
That Love profound,
Clear, unadorned,
Can change the world,
How it’s been formed
Yes for that one day,
I understand,
Our real strength,
When we can stand,
As one,
A single human race,
A collective will,
And take our place,
All colour, creed,
Religion gone,
Bound as one,
And moving on,
To our next phase,
Of evolution,
When we move from problem,
To solution,
But so powerful,
Is this clear insight,
It’s only there,
For Christmas night,
On that one day,
We stand embracing,
Then after wonder,
What we’re chasing,
A memory, a thought,
A “what could be”,
If only all,
Yes, you and me,
Could connect our hearts,
And feel the way,
That we all feel,
On Christmas day.