for me, Linus, if you had to?

If fascists took power in the wake of a fraudulent election, would you still write me poetry?

If love were outlawed, would you?

If people starved, would you still cook me dinner?

If people were homeless, would you invite me to sleep with you?

Because you have such a unique and complicated mind, you feel outside of history, outside of society.

You feel your body dragged through the dirty world, tethered behind a restless active mind which plows through stars and clouds searching for new ideas.

You are so creative.

If you knew there were people, hundreds and hundreds, who had never had a birthday party, who had no food heat or light, would you burn a candle on a chocolate cake for me?

Is your love for me stronger than the world?

I need to know, so tell me now: if you needed more of you for yourself, would you cut