While we were queueing for the concert
my wise brother told me
to never ever be afraid 

of writing about the same things
over and over again.
my brother suffers from sporadic enlightenments

sometimes I can tell

"this is a moment to listen to my brother"

who that day at the hospital 

convinced me to look at my father one more time

and I found peace in death

I found there's peace in death

and that my brother is Buda every once in a while