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Things confuse me easily these days 
it might be age or some kind of rare 
oncoming dementia preparing me for 
a difficult but joyous passage of elder 
time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps 
a period of prolonged revelation of prophecies 
and keys that I alone will possess and heads 
of State and ministers and elegant dignitaries 
will stand in line to have an audience with me 
just to have the good 
fortune of hearing a 
few pearls of wisdom
that will completely change
their perceptions and ways of thinking about
governing irritated populations that will make
them realize that harmony amongst all the peoples 
of the world is a great and simple thing a kind of Babel in reverse and that the hunger for power for conquest and for control is a long and twisted journey over too many broken bodies of thought too many centuries down dark and lonely roads
with no demarcations or clues 
no sacrificial boundaries and a 
wasted expense of Capital on tanks and rockets and plutonium and the building up of armies instead of cultivating an educated and healthy populace capable of enjoying their lives and nature without destroying it and each other 
and that pointing fingers 
and screaming and filling valleys and neighborhoods with rivers of blood and lifeless bodies old and young is much less profitable and will prove over the long haul that the myriad unknowns and commonalities and fears we all share are far less destructive than the surface disparities that somehow always manage to turn into declarations of aggression and oppression and the bankrupting of moralities and policies and families…

or maybe it has to do with my 
not getting enough sleep last night
or something to do with changes in my 
eating habits or the climate or a reaction 
to the round-the-clock radio waves 
that surround us all
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