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we should be Buddhas
or little brothers and sisters
we should be the most
gentle beings
we should repair our
lives and our relationships
we should help to lighten
the burden of strangers
we should forgive old friends
of their misdeeds
we should reach out
into the world through
the threat of violence and malice
we should walk over or around
we should pay no mind
we should let go
we should crawl through sewer systems
to get back to the freedom
we had when our senses took in
everything as new
before the laws of ignorant men and women
were sing sung into our eager memories
we should throw off the armor
that covers us silent and unknown and unloved

how would the world react
if we were to attack
in droves
like this

we are not asking for anything
at all

how will this refresh you?

you tell me

your life is your own

fight in these moments
you have
to be your real self