THURSDAY

I see violence and strife in the city.
¹⁰ Day and night they prowl about on its walls;
malice and abuse are within it.
¹¹ Destructive forces are at work in the city;
threats and lies never leave its streets.

.

The windows have locks

The doors have bars

The blinking eye of the PIR

Scrutinises me from the corner

.

This house became my castle

But behind my high ramparts

My flesh is pale and soft

For I am afraid

.

Every pool of light

Serves only to better expose me

To the telephoto cross hairs

Of snipers

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But what quality of life is this

That would sacrifice humanity

To preserve an illusion

Of security?

That would wall the mess of me

From the mess of you?

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Because love is dangerous

Start me on this pilgrimage

Called risk