Sun Sand and Nuclear Insecurity
Today I will not hear, see and listen to anything
that has to do with war I will watch sun rays on
the floor and dust particles that dance in stillness
of an absent breeze. Harmonious whirling, old
as life itself, as dust is the beginning and end of
everything. And I will dwell upon acceptance and
know of the demise of life, that is not failure but
the continuation of life in another form.
Eventually I will read about a strange people who
have never felt at ease and secure unless they can
dominate others and enslave them, yet this will not
be enough, their collective insanity will obliterate
them too in a cloud of dust and void; this to trash
the perceived enemy out to eradicate them.
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