The treaty turned to dust
The last paper promise between old rivals blew away,
Cold metal glints where ink once held the day.
The UN’s quiet thunder called it a grave hour,
A president said, start anew, bring another power.
And the wind learned a word it hoped we’d forgotten:
Arms unbound, red buttons, fears unsoftened.
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Hold the line, light the flame,
Sing the names we’re afraid to name.
When the sky feels close to breaking,
Keep the call, keep the faith in making
Open lines, twin flames,
Across our fault lines, say our names.
We are more than what divides us,
We are bridges if we try this.
In the heat of the Gulf, a door found its hinge,
War maps folded back on the table’s edge.
Voices in uniforms cleared a dusty wire,
Prisoners crossed midnight toward home and fire.
After long winters with phones gone still,
Two old armies tried learning will.
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Across a quiet sea, messages bent the air,
Indirect syllables, careful as a prayer.
Witkoff and Kushner carried stateside light,
An admiral lingered, a shadow in sight.
Tehran and Washington called it a good start,
And promised to answer with a measured heart.
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Hold the line, light the flame,
Sing the names we’re afraid to name.
When the sky feels close to breaking,
Keep the call, keep the faith in making
Open lines, twin flames,
Across our fault lines, say our names.
We are more than what divides us,
We are bridges if we try this.
A publisher slipped out as pink slips fell,
A party flashed cameras while a newsroom yelled.
The guild said the exit was overdue rain,
A finance hand steadies a ship in pain.
Ink on sleeves, courage in the halls,
A great old paper still answers calls.
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The Pentagon’s voice cut the ivy vine,
Said the campus had drifted past the line.
Training and fellowships turned to no,
Other towers of brick await the blow.
A standoff tall as a courthouse wall,
Words like woke haunt the mess hall.
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A stadium roared and the mountains sang,
Mariah’s shine, Bocelli’s rang.
Laura raised a lantern bright,
Twin flames climbed different nights.
From nearly every corner they came to play,
And ski on the sky where the peaks make way.
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Pick up, pick up, every ringing phone,
From Tahrir’s dust to the Dolomite stone.
Sign what you can, undo what you must,
Send them home, rebuild trust.
Let the presses roll, let the teachers teach,
Let the hard words meet the outstretched reach.
If the last deal dies, write a better one,
If the dark says stay, run toward the sun.
Hold the line, light the flame,
Call me by our braver name.
When the night starts detonating,
We’ll be here, illuminating:
Open lines, twin flames,
Over borders, over blame.
Drums in the heart, boots on the ground,
Voices rise—turn it around.
From paper to mountain, from lecture to base,
From gulf water whispers to a thawing face—
If this is our hour and the fuse is low,
Then talk, then sing, then let mercy grow.
Open lines, twin flames—go, go, go.
