We all need some good things
to calm a calamity.
A mug of the nice tea
with extra honey,
the smooth of an old stone,
a long talk on the phone
with one who shared a wishbone
to make you feel less alone.
And if you listen closely
you can hear your mother as she's
humming in the pantry.
Footsteps like a heartbeat.
But if you still want to hide,
pull a tome and find inside
that you could live under the tide,
fight a fight or spy with spies.
If you don't need some advice
and you can't find blood sacrifice
*You set down your device,
and close your eyes*
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