The heat we made lingers and I ache. Love is supposed to make the world better. It’s not love. It’s not love. And it’s not a waste of time. No, no it’s not a waste of life. When I was a child, I was blessed by an un-light, Taken into a family of One, Then led through fields and forests and swamps. Through the quiet country and the monstrous places, I roamed across a broken land. I am man of peace Standing at a barricade Screaming: love everything, goddammit all! But screams are soldiers’ sounds And I am a man of peace. True to the universe that took me, I will wander every room, Aching when the warmth Touches my cold, tired bones.