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Benevolent Man
A Poem About Love, Madness, Sadness, and the Divine
There’s a Benevolent Man
Who lives in my imagination—
Requests only participation
Without my sensory being.
There’s a Benevolent Man
Who questions my limitations—
Keeps me company when my tribulations
Create Nor’easters in my mind.
There’s a Benevolent Man
Who guides me to emancipation—
Even in my hesitations
Whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
There’s a Benevolent Man
Who calms me in my aggravation—
Even when the navigation
Is utterly unclear.
I hear this Man may not be a Man—
Some call him a Brain.
Others call him a Name
Or they call it Insane.
If the insanity of humanity
Can create a Benevolent Man
In my head and yours—
Should we question it?
“Yes”—says the Benevolent Man—
“Questions are the fountains from which we drink.
No thirst can be quenched without them.
That’s why I give them to you.”
