Even as we stand stone-still,
It's with the entirety of what we've lost
Sweeping through us like a ghost.
What we have lived
Remains indecipherable.
& yet we remain.
& still, we write.
& so, we write.
Watch us move above the fog
Like a promontory at dusk.
Shall this leave us bitter?
Or better?
Grieve.
Then choose.
Written by Amanda Gorman
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