The posings of a poet.

If What If

If heaven had a home and leaven were all alone how far could we rise
If hell had no fury and no one was in a hurry wouldn’t that just be a surprise
and If IF meant possibility becoming reality

What would become of the negative sum of aggression and prejudice
What could we do if between me and you we surrendered to selflessness
and kept judgement at its apogee

If we all claimed love instead of blamed hate what could flow
If we all chose joy and let close the wounds we allowed to grow
and a golden future spiraled like alchemy


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