Reconciliation

Strangely I feel very happy right now.
Nothing is different. Not really. I guess my brain just decided to dump some seratonin on me. Or Allah. Or a witch. Or a jinn. Or a devil.

I heard this poem on the radio this morning. Thank you NPR. :)

Reconciliation
by Walt Whitman

WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil’d world:
... For my enemy is dead—a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin—I draw near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.