“The true measure of the justice of a system is the amount of protection it guarantees to the weakest” (Aung San Suu Kyi, In Quest of Democracy).

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“Do you bury me when I’m gone\ Do you teach me while I’m here\ Just as soon as I belong, it’s time I disappear” (Metallica, “I Disappear”)

we are where the wild things are…

we
are where
the wild things are,
slight hesitation
acceptable
adventurous
margin
of change
a connection
to/with a larger
sense
of stability
a streak
sickening
if controlled
this uncivilizedness
fuels
our civilizations’
reason
for health
birth
and tolerance
of unsatisfactoriness
again
and again
and again
wind
rustling the leaves
on a tree
a silence
sits beneath
the forest
behind the thousand sights
thousand eyes
thousand thoughts
unwatchable
blinding
sun
hyper human
the temporally
cylindrical eye
amidst
the swirling
hurricane
of conscious
and unconscious
silence.