Hope feels. Take here and now. Hope lifts,
transforms comfort and discomfort, goes
beyond them both – higher - not bereft
of potential, a spiral away to
ascend through fear but without theft;
transcending, transmuting whatever it started as
tremulously up to how things could be;
beyond entropy, decay or how it was:
look at the sun rising again and again, day after day;
listen to the radio, a boiling kettle's energy, voice.
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