Maybe there is no fresh wisdom,
Just old woes,
New words to name them by
& the will to act.
We've seen life lurching back in stops & starts
Like a wet-born thing learning to walk.
The air charged & changed.
Us, charged & changed.
A yoked-out eternity
For that needle to pierce our arm.
At last: a pain we asked for.
Yes, it is enough to be moved
By what we might be.
Written by Amanda Gorman
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