(x = space)
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Looking Out from Earth
(considering)
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Inside wars
We’re living inside wars
And it’s a hate-able
Life
Explosions all around
We feel the blood
And everything
Left over
That had been
Our families
Our better nation
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And I’m not there
Most of us
Are not there
We hear the counts
We see the numbers
And they’re
Too often
In the courts of numbers
Not outside
Where we
Suburban breathe
And have our way
With local stresses
Only
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Take thou
Our breath
Away
Let us be like those
Having only dust
Inhaling
And nothing for a meal
With no electricity
To see nothing by
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It can be like this
On all sides
Who live in darkness
Really
Who think
Like Sneetches
Adding fangs
And cells
That they have the light
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And after all the irony
The hatred
That is
Sibling
It’s all over
While it’s never over
Too many names shall stand
We could not stamp them
Out
Or their recollection
As Ukraine
Palestine
Russia
Or Israel
Tibet
Burma
The Rohingya there
Maybe Ceylon
Rhodesia
See
Some things should change
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While other things
Remain the same
People as people
Breathing
Pulsing
Moving
Having life
Allowably
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Whom to indict
Why
I don’t know
I’m sure
My country fights the war
On terror
And on drugs
How are these going
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Bless the advances
Harbor the retreats
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The war
Inside the war
The war
To end all wars
The war of heart to heart
Chamber to chamber
Fluid all around
When sick
Ready to squeeze
Ready to say
I’m sorry that I made you
I’m going to try another world
Now
I mean it
This time
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War is hell
So maybe hell is war
Forever conflict
Always killing
One thing or another
Nothing qualified
To escape
That is
Live after
Lest we
Let some chiefing of our making
Some cabal
With secret knowledge
Take over
And perhaps
We never know
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So count our organs
Count our limbs
Count every hope
Still shelved somewhere
And in daylight
Bring it out
You have to sometime
That’s the risk
In living
Anywhere
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