A neverending summer is coming
And then, will all of us live authentically
With space to grow?
On a transformed planet
How deeply will we confront ourselves
To become something more?
Our chaos, our need, drives far ahead of our rationality,
And rationalizing our needs only breeds further chaos.
The narratives we believe in feed the roots of our beliefs.
Skies burning, tensions rising, anger, anxiety, malaise.
Nature pressures us from every angle,
Guiding us forward to communities of love and
Societies of strength.
Flaws and preferences notwithstanding,
Will we shape ourselves to live abundantly or
Apply pressure to stay restrained?
They say love conquers all as strength enslaves.
Compassion may carry us through tumultuous times
As Egoism may grind us through arduous days,
And how will we console ourselves when the hot breath of summer comes to stay?
Poems and Short Stories 
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