Poem: It is here and now

It is here and now

and we are the ones
who are here,
who will be here
to face it,
to be present.
We have no choice,
or if we did
we made it
before this,
and no one
will come,
nothing
will stop it,
unless we can,
unless we
find the way
to do it
for ourselves.

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