Only through great struggle
Will any of us overcome
Our opposition to war.
If you went to your
Enemy and said,
"Shoot me now?"
Killing would not cease.
Death would not
Stop in Hir tracks.
What hunger
Feeds on Sacrifice?
We all Crave
Engulfing flames
To consume the illusion
Which separates us:
Desire from delicious,
Pain from protection,
Sound from silence,
Embracing arms from emptiness.
What Spark Can Start such Fires?
With my Friend I debate and Drink.
We point at stars, Laughing.
The lines In the sky
Tell our stories.
10,16 2006
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