It's coming to you
the words you hear in your mind
the blessings you give to children
when they are still forming a relationship to others
and to themselves.
It's coming to you
in blood splattered directives
in the freezing of your eyes
and shrivelling of your skin.
It's coming to you
beneath the nagging squawk
of demanding jays
and the sun bleached pillow of your couch.
The world may think you need to wake up
like all the despairing faces locked behind bars
the haggard eyes of drug dealers
frightened their boss will find some reason
to torment them because they haven't sold enough
to make him richer.
The world is coming to you
to set it free from the worst fears
of its consumers.
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