The Gravity of Rubble
“I turned to Plotinus not to escape, but to find a foothold that does not belong to the order of things that can be bombed.” - A Neoplatonic meditation in a time of war by a Ukranian author and philosopher.
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What hatred would permit such cruelty?/ Might those who stand here be provoked to kill?/ A valve of anguish opens, another/ Shuts, disconnects, allows the blood to spill.
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