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  • i lie down
    and my winded heart
    beats loudly
    stay focused & breathe
    i say to myself

    the bed is a bland comfort
    still curtains split the light
    the walls are

    loud speakers all over the world call for revolution
    faceless and grey
    and the air-conditioning hums mosquito-like
    emptying ions from

    torn skies and cold steel
    the air

    I’ve have been here before
    the wet-wool brain

    fallen woods and broken concrete
    the empty feet, the paper-cut pains
    dry earth and soft bellies
    dulled by hopelessness
    desolation and poverty

    and--most of all - love
    calls for revolution

    "We never see the world as a whole because we are so fragmented, we are so terribly limited, so petty. And we never have this feeling of wholeness, you follow, where the things of the sea, things of the earth, the nature and the sky, is the universe, is part of us. Not imagined - you can go off in some kind of fanciful imagination and imagine that we are the universe, then you become cuckoo! But, to break down this small self-centred interest, to have nothing of that, then from there you can move infinitely." J. Krishnamurti

    [photo by Shane Convery]
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