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“I am strange,
my mind is tinted with the colors of madness,
they fight in silent furor in their effort to possess each other,
I am strange.

I have approached a degree of love that is so unwise,
In one world that it is wisdom in another,
I am strange,
I no longer have respect for hate,
I'm stronger than hate.

I'm contemptuous of both those who hate and those who destroy,
I'm not a part of the world which hates and the world which destroys,
I want a better world and not only do I want a better world,
I seek to live a better life,
that I might have a right to be a part of a better world,
if I hate and destroy I have no right to speak of love,
love is greater than hate,
and I have chosen love above all else in the world.

I am strange,
I know a secret truth,
I have a secret rendesvouz,
and the wind touches against my window pane,
come with me! it says, come with me,
I am a force, you are a force.
We are brothers.

Though I am invisible, I cover the leaf when I unravel, no wall can hold me,
nothing can withstand my will. What is your god? What is your desire?

Come my brother, you are dear to me, I cannot come to you in full force,
for you are too weak to contain me, I might lift you from the ground and frighten you,
at this careless moment, I might drop you in my jaw that you want me to come to you,
I cannot approach you in your weakness, I am too strong, come to me! as cautious as you will,
I will accept you, for the spirit of man is more like myself than anything on earth.

All the most I think I am the power for the spirit of man,
for the spirit of man is strong,
no power on earth is greater and no world can contain it,
it will cover the breadth and the width of earth,
for like I, the wind, an aroused spirit is greatly to be feared,
but weapons of that you will cast invisible,
only fools seek to harm the wind,
only fools seek to harm the brother of the wind.

Come spirit of man, I will take you to new worlds,
I will take you to inner unseen worlds,
greater in splendors than anything life contains,
if you are fearful, you will die in your fear,
but if you become as I you will be strong and do as I,
I the wind come and go as I choose,
and none can stop me.”
― Sun Ra

“I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person it's a myth /
that love lives in the heart it lives in the throat we push it out /
when we speak when we gasp we take a little for ourselves /

in books love can be war-ending a soldier drops his sword /
to lie forking oysters into his enemy's mouth in life we hold love up to the light /
to marvel at its impotence”
― Kaveh Akbar, Calling a Wolf a Wolf

“If the mortal sin of the suicide is greed, to hoard stillness and calm for yourself while dispersing your riotous internal pain among all those who survive you, then the mortal sin of the martyr must be pride, the vanity, the hubris to believe not only that your death could mean more than your living, but that your death could mean more than death itself—which, because it is inevitable, means nothing.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera