lurching from this day
to another coming down the line
reaching out to some rock, some rope,
some thing
imagining
that success is inevitable
without being able to define
or describe it
asking only
for the death of a paradigm
to come gently
lest feathers ruffle
a windless revolution
a deathless massacre
another chance to live life
somewhere more real
an insane desire
for liars to get caught
for cheats to get kicked out of the game
for some authority to slap those
who trade in evil
lurching from this night
to a morning like every other
reaching in to some swamp, some cave
some spleen
my dreams
where families hang by the neck
and they are all parts of me?
hoping only
for resistance to change its referent
from what I do to myself
to a movement I can be part of
a howling revelation
a righteous obliteration
another world of the same kind
somewhere identical
an insane belief
that warriors can beat drones
that truth will be taught in schools
that some quality light and air
will melt demons
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