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I’m trying to find peace

In the midst of anger

My anger

I don’t know if

My anger could kill

I don’t know

I don’t have a gun

I’m not out on the street

Believing in a credo

Probably creatively interpreted

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I’m not drinking alcohol

Before or after

Or taking other things

As if

They were helps

Without the principles

Of medicine

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I hate the thing

That’s lurking in the office

I believe it cheated to get there

And have great trouble

Waiting

For it to be over

And something like

A normal day returns

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xxxxxNot the disease but

xxxxxThat would be normal

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Maybe I understand

The disease better than

My consciousness may say

They’re awful and indifferent

Viruses aren’t alive,

You know

They infect and kill

Without will

Only impulse

To exist and replicate

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There are other plagues as well

I don’t mean conspiracy

Except for maybe conspiracy

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Where is the health,

My friends?

There is more, you know

(I know you know)

The sickness of racism

Lack of respect for gender

For just under half the world

To partner

With just over

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I won’t say perfection—

I can’t—

Is an answer

We are flawed

And creation’s flawed with us

But, you know,

We still can be

Pretty good

Mostly good, when we want

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