From the pessimism parading as intellect From the ignorance shrouded in confidence From lack of vision explained as a framework From the coffin offered as school of thought From zealous rage on behalf of utopia From gleeful quickening toward dystopia From all that fuels the machines of war From the brow-creased brooding From the pinned corners of the optimist’s smile may I salvage a sliver of self from myself and seek not shelter but daylight and strength
This as beautiful and exactly the moment-of-grace respite we all need from the news right now.