 Hello I'm Jim Bandel, welcome to the first poem I've ever recorded. It's called Thank God It's Too Late. I wrote this poem on the fourth day of my fast in solidarity with the scientist rebellion and I've just used PowerPoint so apologies for the basic visuals and I don't know how good the sound will be but I want to get it out today on the fourth day of scientist rebellion. I know it's too late for reform and too late for this or that norm, too late for over consuming and too late for subsuming all that we are for such dead-end roles that deaden our souls. Oh boy but it's not too late to love. I know it's too late for believing in fairy tales of salvation and likely too late for millions who will suffer starvation so no it will never be too late to love. I know this day it's already too late for yet another 200. Exterminate. Yeah that's a word. The reality far worse than what could ever be heard. Oh it's way too late for their fears to repress the rest of us. We who know that it's too late for avoiding grief or fear or rage. It's too late for bottling up. Pop the cork, smash the bottle. Only then the light gets in. It's too late for elite panic to wreak havoc on our mutual aid. It's too late for dream machines and the schemes of techno kings. It's too late to not see sickness coming from our poor stories of life. It's too late for magic bullets being shot into arms and it's too late for Bill Gates buying up all of those farms. Yes I know it's too late for so so much like the grand schemes of secret control coming from people's own hated shadows. It was always too late for anyone to lead who hadn't sat in circle and sobbed deeply from their wounds. But for anyone like them it will never be too late to do the right thing. For all of us it's too late for a fear of shame to keep us tame and make us lame more scared of labelling than loving all life. It's too late to be disgusted. That's how we all get used with trauma bonding and comrade trolling. This techno feuding is only going to build build their feudal power. It's too late for division in our opposition to division which means it's too late for racists and newly addled anti-racists wanting health by causing more wounding wanting worth from identity fiction that's dropping justice both here and everywhere. May I remember to love myself for allowing the confusion when wanting to truly know to love myself for falling into separation when wanting to safely grow a petal a thorn on a creaking tree of life. Come now Cosmos take off these masks free our raw face of ferocious love. It's too late to live in daily theater with costumes and lines and it's too late for our needs to shine to be getting in our way so thank you God for making it too late way too late for any of that. You've made it too late to dawdle on saving what we can and too late for pretending that we know that we can. You've made it too late to argue that it's too late for love for now love will be our means and so love will be our ends.