I’ve heard of woolen business coats
Carelessly cast over the public eye
By children of travelers who shared boats
In unsteady seas, hopeful, but likely to die.

Time’s voyage is marked with similar evolution;
Wooden boats that once held hope
Became steel walls holding imaginative dissolution.
But where then must we elope?

I’ve heard of fractured equality,
Of broken paradise,
And yet I sense deep humanity
Within individual sighs.

Unified effort, collective struggle,
Brought the businessman his coat,
But also allowed for that survivalist huddle.
And so, hope seems far less remote
When I ruminate on our uncharted course.

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