I believe I'm right at the end.
So let me close.
Always got to get some love and erotic in it
because right now, they don't want us to touch at all.
And I think we've got to do a lot of good work
to heal the country, but can never
forget the erotic and the love.
We can find enemies anywhere.
Where are the allies dedicated to trumping fear and paralysis?
We can find the danger anywhere.
Where are the havens draped with honeysuckle
for food and wisdom?
We can find gangrene anywhere.
Where are the vitamins spiked with helium
for circulation and vision?
We can find silhouettes anywhere.
Where are the citizens?
The voice of bravery is a chant of lightning.
Freezing the mirage.
Heroes are charting the quicksand.
Their footprints, their trail marks
hardened into muddy architecture.
Will someone stride with common purpose?
Who will gather to inspect the promise of oasis?
Voice to voice, claiming the mirage.
Claiming the mirage.
Honored and rejoicing.
We are the company of the citizens.
Yes, we are the company of the citizens.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Thank you so much, Peter.
That was beautiful.
And I especially loved this idea about,
they don't want us to touch, but we
can respond by living in and writing about the erotic.
And I think that's a lesson I want--
I think I want to think more into.
But thank you.
That was gorgeous.
Thank you.