Light pours through the careless seams
That bound up the valley below my weakest dreams.
Light oozes out of the rocks
In the higher plains of life's political screams.
Is this the moment we've sought in the dark?
Is this the place I was next to you?
Did we make it together, through the
Social alms mixed with pop-star guitar solos
And bright stage lights?
A concert rages for those that lost
To those that gained an unceremonious
Upper hand, begging the question,
As light plays on my doorstep,
"Where do you stand?"
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