I know that billions of stories were made
Or enacted or told today... so many
So varied, innumerable dramas played
Out in front of audiences, without any
Rehearsal or script or accolade...
Birth and death, in an endless trade,
Cycling, repeating, in every nation
In 24 hours of Earthly rotation,
Songs & screams, a blood vibration,
A complex human reverberation...
And the blur and beat of billions of hearts,
Will continue to buzz, as a new day starts.
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