The day does not
arrive in trouble.
The rooster is not
an air raid
siren for incoming shame.
The bed is not
a trench to take cover -
stop taking cover.
There are no landmines
in eyes approaching.
You’re not at fault
for the tripwire tongue.
There are men losing
truce with the truth,
these are not your
wars to be won.
Stop falling on
grenade guilt.
Those explosions
only hint at
your strength.
Spit the pins out
the teeth of your seething.
Let your longing
disarm your disgrace.
There is no greater conflict
than the one you are allowing
You are not impending death
Slide out of fatigue
Slide into now
This is not Mindinao
The war is over
You can no longer
hide in the jungle
awaiting orders.
The war is over.
You are not Hiroo Onoda.
The war is over.
You are the hero of nada.
The war is over.
We’re pleading with you
You mistook it for propa –
The war is over.
- ganda. We’re sending in
Emperor Showa.
The war is over.
You’re relieved of your duties,
Find the release in your prana.
The war is over.
You’ll be airlifted to
The nearest asana.
The war is over.
Notice the way the light
plays with the shadow?
The war is over.
Notice the moment
holding parades
In your marrow?
The war is over.
You’re fucking amazing
the way you held on
through that battle.
The war is over.
I fucking love you
and I had to write this
whole shit just tell you.
The war is over.
I’m sorry I had to
write this whole shit
just to tell you.
The war is over.
Maybe we should go
drink some water.
The war is over.
Yea, let’s go
drink some water.
