The trumpet sings for you.
There was a time
when staying small
helped us to survive.
This is not that time.
There is a trumpet blaring.
Do you hear it?
It sings for you.
It calls to you by name.
It announces your arrival.
You have come
to give CPR
to a dying world.
You have come
to heal the broken ground
with the song
of your fingertips, praying
to burn away
the old order
of things.
How is it,
that you do not know,
the whole world has been waiting
to be set ablaze
by your heart-on-fire?
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