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42 Degrees

by Jen Whitmore

By Jennifer WhitmorePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I am the water bearer

Carrying the emotions of this endeavor

Truth behold, truth be told

For when truth abounds, nothing else matters

For you I empty every cup

And drown the “cant’s” that chew you up

And wash away that which destructs

42 degrees - that’s all that separates us

But when the light hits the droplets-

Baptized and radicalized

Making waves, breaking systems of construct

Knowing you can’t make a rainbow out of a straight line under the guise of straight lies

We tilt

We EXPLODE into the color

-Wheel of forward progress!

Nothing else to stop us

(You Experience in your own mind anyhow)

When the cones show tones of self-batik

And you realize, for the first time, that you are truly unique

Everyone around you suddenly appears as a reflection of you, a reflection of me

We tilt

42 degrees

Let your colors shine through, express your individuality

And never for one second doubt your place in this ROYGBIV reality

inspirational

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