When we finally grasp the sacredness of the present—Then suddenly humanity drifts into undiluted presence,We begin finding depth in each, and all of our surfaces—And name what we feel instead of blindly repress it, Maybe the ‘villain’ would stop commanding our present.
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When we finally grasp the sacredness of the present—
Then suddenly humanity drifts into undiluted presence,
We begin finding depth in each, and all of our surfaces—
And name what we feel instead of blindly repress it,
Maybe the ‘villain’ would stop commanding our present.
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