I heard it last night read by Robert Bly on a screen in Devon, UK. My heart jolted, squeaked like a strangled dragon. I am so sick of this business as usual, of this being a tourist in life. I dream agitatedly of gatherings of Poets and Artists remembering what is means and doing their/our work of stopping brutality and protecting Life.
I long to seat in council with you and cry and cry out and make and make out the world of our longing!
In grief and gratitude xx Azul
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