Constant signs. Constant directions. No room for later.
My blood is impatient.
I am navigating a world that demands my logic,
while serving a spirit that demands my soul.
It is an exhausting, beautiful, holy friction.
I am a citizen of the seen and the unseen,
Keeping my balance while the drums in my chest
drown out the noise of the street.
By: Linda Magano Baumann
18 April 2026
10h22
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