The monsters are out
and you get your choice:
do you want to be a superhero,
however ill-equipped you may be,
however ill-fitting your costume may prove?
Or will you join the monsters,
off on your own crusade
to wound,
or to disarm?
Couldn't there be another choice?
What if, instead of engaging in this battle
you were to step apart,
to walk into the field,
away from combat;
to lie down
in the soft grass,
count the clouds,
breathe the music in the air;
rake and roll in a few piles of leaves?
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