Is there anyone else 

who needs meaning 

like breathing? 

Anyone else 

who thinks feeling 

is seeing?

that numbness 

is blindness? 

Is there anyone else

who doesn’t think

magic 

is a bad word? 

Is there anyone else 

who finds it

in the natural world?

Is there anyone else

who hasn’t 

given up hope?

who doesn’t

think that we’re doomed,

who swears 

they feel God

even in the concrete jungle?

Is there anyone else

who still believes in us? 

Is there anyone else

choking

on the cynic’s pill?

Is there anyone else

who loves the masses

like a true radical should?

Is there anyone else

refusing  

blood-smeared glasses,

instead choosing 

lenses of rose?

Is there anyone else

who sees the soul 

of the world 

as a child: longing to be held?

Is there anyone else 

perfectly okay

with doing the swaddling?

Tell me:

is there anyone else?