Eleven Weeks

Tonight I will be in the moment,
I will enjoy the mindless,

Celebrate the unworthy,

And live.

Tonight a tiny person will sleep


His hand wrapped around the finger of someone who cares.

Soon there will be a space in the world,

And a debt of suffering will be repaid in peace.

Silence will take the place of fearful cries,

And a lifetime of terror will be erased.

Tomorrow will come as it ever does

And we all 

(bar one) 

Will start again. 


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