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In the darkness of a moonlit night
in the shimmer of fractured starlight in the vastness of the galaxies where time never stands still, hope will prevail.
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Lastly you said, “I don’t belong,”
as if belonging really mattered, as if the rancor and violence were not about belonging to a cult, to a cause, to the misinformed, or to a world without love. A mind of its own, oh the body
in the rippling current in the gloam of twilight in the inky black of anxious denial arrives cerebration as the biological meets the intellect. In you the long of love of art
in trust, in kind, without a dime Young in vibrancy of life in ambience of light in darker days in deep of labile ways a dream of brighter times. Unlock the shackles,
break the chains, strip the animus, rip the enmity, free the soul of humanity, believe in love. Lawless, aimless, powerless,
without conviction, compassion or conscious awareness, we squander our liberty, taken for granted by the rage and reckless abandon of a country once the mantel of democracy, now the gaslighting capital of the world. Wake to green, sleep to blue. Calm, serene, a better instinct. Hope more than distant memory. Her wave, his hand outstretched in keeping with humanity. All is not lost. Fight or flight
is not a survival instinct but a human construct the almighty strength of self-deceit. As if the doors of right and wrong we pass through willingly or unwillingly are marked and therefore define us. From birth to death we fall through the deep well of injustice deeper and darker if only to reach the surface as if that is far enough. A lifeline we wait and wait, find distraction and forget. Wait some more. Disembodied from the heartache and human suffering, the loss of who we are while we are perpetually becoming. the world turning upside down
no right side up without gravity we're defenseless. The light so bright it blinds
in the dark where facts are not so kind and intrude on bold faced lies that don’t apply without a spine. Inflatable mascots under Russo influence flipping back and forth in gleeful defiance. Sleepless nights of waking dreams To screams of border children the next in line for needless slaughter by vicious regimes and brutal proxies. Sleepless nights of waking dreams where botniks data mine our lives until they drive the “I” right out of existence. Compliance not required. With each involuntary adherence as natural as breath or a sigh. Waking dreams of bad anime Oh god of idle time that trashes the mind with rancor and hate to live stream violence, a front row seat after endless games of Candy Crush. Sleepless nights of waking dreams legislating arrogance to rule the innocent and shatter tenderness as we demolish what little is left of our benevolence. |
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