so many lights
shine in this world
and we can be
but one
yet if we think
a numbers game
we’ll always come
up glum
truth’s more subtle
universe turns
on less than
we can guess
and a single child
in an apartment block
may the whole world
bless
the meaning’s
not in numbers
but in the truth
no less
a word beplagued
with cliché
but a monolith
nonetheless
we can do worse
than seek it
where’er we find
our breath
and glimpses
strike from places strange
at times we least
expect
you will not find
consensus
not in this world
don’t try
but open ears
and listen
to the whispers
passing by
Zubdig 