An empty circle of flying white
drawn in the sky
by no master of the brush.
Bright hole in blackness.
A silent gong
that awakens me at 4 a.m.
with a sound that comes
from the hollow in my bones.
Explain to me again
because I am very thick and stupid
how your being angry and depressed
about the world
improves it.
Explain to me again
because I am very thick and stupid
how taking sides in the conflict
solves it.
Explain to me again
because I am very thick and stupid
how blaming one tribe
while absolving another
brings clarity and understanding.
An empty circle of flying white
drawn in the sky
by no master of the brush.
Bright hole in blackness.
Explain to me again
why it must not be each one of us
who takes responsibility
for creating the world
and shining over it.
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