"A Hellish Utopia"

There is no hope no imagination no love
Not in the world I envison.
My utopia:
Has no despair no dullness no hate either
Only the quiet joy of being,
Of living and breathing
With no feeling
Good or bad for anyone else.
A personal paradise with no peace,
Because there is no war,
Is also my hell.
This world is perfect for all its flaws,
All its ambuiguity and hate and love.
At least there is feeling.
At least there is a use for the heart.