The Argument for Peace

What’s the point of anything— 
no, really: what’s the point? Ultimately, 
I can’t be bothered. No reason. It’s 
too nonsensical to place myself in someone else’s shoes. 
Why would I do that? It’s the end 
of civilization. We could have moved forward  
a thousand years ago. Reach across 
the aisle and shake a neighbor’s hand—but, 
supposedly, 
it’s a dangerous world out there. 
Survival is the most selfish act. Fuck 
you. Really, though, ultimately: 
I don’t see you. 
I don’t comprehend you. 
I don’t know you because 
I can’t know you. Fuck you. 
Yeah. That’s right I said it— 
but I said it with all the truth that’s there 
right behind it. Eons and eons and eons 
of truth. When the sun rises, 
wake up. When it sets, 
sleep. I dream. live it. 
I know it. You’re a you. 
You could be anywhere and anything 
and you’d still be nothing. 
The only way you could affect my life 
is if I let you feed me trauma.  
You’d have to be a lightning flash 
across my neurons for me 
to register 
you. 
Otherwise, float around. 
About your business. 
Go.

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