Ask yourself
in the midst of your obscurity:
are you longing for justice
or lusting for revenge?

A puppy licks his paw.
A mother bird buries her head
under her wing.
But the human animal
has yet to sequester its hatred,
to learn to forgive,
to acquit,
to weigh the world in its hands
without the heaviness
upon which it needs to sustain.

To love is difficult work,
and men have climbed mountains
kissing the sky
before they have
learned to love
or be loved,
which makes one consider
both tragedy and circumstance
in the glow of a sleepless night.



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