Why write when you can paint?
Why write when you can sing?
Why write when you can dance?
Why write when the world
is full of such beauty
that it can never be tamed or turned
into lines worth repeating?
Why write about the horrors?
Why write about the wonders?
Why write about the magnificence?
Why write about black holes,
supernovas and invisible celestial forces
when the near and far is beyond
capture, beyond control?
Why write about politics?
Why write about greed?
Why write about corruption?
Why write about deceit
when empires are imploding
not half a mile from here and the
cheers and applause can be heard
from here to the sun?
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