except among kin and kind
more than ever
no public spirit to hoist false celebrations
more than ever
we are finding our way back to the original meanings
of this season (in all its origins and transformations)
let the heartless strengthen the illusions
that kill us little by little each living day
we are finding our ways back to our clans
and neighbors where lovers know love
and hoist the true cups of kindness
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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