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The other spirals wild with light, New ground laid with every stride, It burns with questions, change, and fire- Unfinished, open, undefined.
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One speaks in terms like known, secure, With hands that hold and rules that bind, It shields the past beneath its wing, And plants its flags in humankind.
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One says: “Protect. Preserve the core.” The other: “Grow. We can be more.” One fears the breach, the broken gate— The other fears a locked-down fate.
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One voice believes that strength is order, That truth is tallied, weighed, and named. The other bends to listen longer, Where silent grief has gone unnamed.
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But somewhere in the narrowing gap, A softer bridge begins to form, From compromise, from shared despair, From learning how to weather storms.
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Perhaps not right, perhaps not left, But something forged from both held tight— Not just a torch, not just a shield— But hands that build beneath the fight.
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One path wears stone, smooth-worn with age, Guardrails trimmed in ordered lines, Each footstep echoes what came before - A comfort found in well-walked signs.
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They meet—sometimes—in bitter clash, Steel and glass, belief and breath, Two hearts that beat with different clocks, Each sure the other leads to death.