A Move to Homogenize

Here comes the flatteners

The staple guns

And the irons

To roll out the foils

Pull back the stiches

And roll out the differences

In a moment

We hope to grow

But it seems

That the power from above

Only grows and goes

Beyond

So we prepare

To homogenize

Into one

Ups and Downs

Up and down

All around

A year of intention

Setting

Rather than leaving ground

With one foot up

And one firmly planted

So that this year was more of a

Transplanted focus

Rather than straight through

I guess we’ll try again next year

Me and you