People look once again for peace!
Won’t you reconnect to these marbled madnesses?
These souls of empty air?
Who say- “What is war?”
And “There is no war!”
Yet they look for peace,
The mad hypocrites-
So I beg for them-
I may choose to mark my life with meetings-
A calendar in a way-
A cycle reminding me of my intrinsic state of isolation…
For my years will last much longer,
If I count each meaningful meeting with a human as a revolution of this planet-
Or maybe I should count an interesting interaction as marking a day…
If I lived this way-
My years would stretch to eternity…
Feel the ice sun,
See the other side, every life—
I shiver at night…