We are all somebodies. The cracks of society are manmade as is society itself. You've fallen through an artificial looking glass. You are still here and so am I.
Play with your life, Steven! It is so fleeting, my friend! Let them call us mad. Ask them to say, "mad", backwards!! I'm having too much of a good time inside this poem.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Jane