Yes I will sit here and ramble about how fucking bored I am inside these four walls someday else.
Not today,
not untill every little children, every men, every women of this incessantly chaotic planet
gets what’s needed to sustain a living mind and living body.
The privilege of being a poet is too much in a time when we are all sinking together in a battle of unknown.
Reach out,
help, give, soothe…
Do whatever you can to make these nights bearable to everyone.
A war is never won in the battlefield,
it is won in the way every soldiers take a bullet for his fellow ones,
it is in the selflessness of a human being.
Buddha is in the streets, roaming around,
getting thrashed by the apocalypse,
but still looking for a darkness to have the candle ready.

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Photograph: Matt Gush.