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30 September 2021: Synchronicity

A mood ponders solemn in weather, today.

Hush; atmosphere holds its breath.

A low, slow thrum. Quiet. Calm, but charged.

Rain drops lightly; fears to disrupt.

Sandia shrouds her face and frame in tufts of down.

Existential exhaustion?

Or do we project…?

Synchronicity, oh synchronicity,

what should we believe of thee?

Bacon, double rainbow,

morning minus sunrise,

prayers promise energy:

love’s arc vast spans the land.

Good god guides the fighting hand!

A thin, taut, sinewy cord

of faith clutch we:

conviction in synchronicity.

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