the bell shall toll,

breathe in
your nose
your lungs
your heart
and guts
to clear. . .

breathe out,
fear not too much
what it could about. . .

allow a smile to form;
the corners of your mouth,
turn up a little toward your ears. . .

Answer that call!

And where you thought
the Universal living room
was empty, lonely;
the Universal cupboard,

you listen
and you find,
reality, instead,
is of another kind,

and there’s actually
some food to eat,
and someone, somewhere,
waiting there
to care.

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